You missed my show
Not that I'm upset
It wasn't that...
Sorry
I was about to make an excuse
About why my voice...
First it was a cold
Then the cold became a condition
The condition became this and that
But it was never the drinking
Never the drugs
Never the bad behavior
So yeah, you didn't miss much of a show
You know...
Tonight I looked out into the audience
And it hit me
I don't know any of these people
And I used to, you know
I used to look out and know...everybody
Which was, in its own sort of way
Depressing
Thinking--Okay, so who comes to my shows?
Friends
Family
Obligated parties
Now, I'm playing to people who are actually interested
Who actually want to hear me
And it feels...empty
I started doing the rounds in my head
Where did everybody go?
New York
L.A.
Chicago
London
Pennsylvania
Most of them are still 'around'
They just have kids
And families
And cars with tv's in them
And they can't go out during the week
They have...responsibilities
And I have the music
Remember when I told you
All those years ago
That the reason I missed everything
Weddings and birthdays
And baptisms
And all that bullshit
Remember when I told you
That I missed all that stuff
For shows
And that the reason
I would always choose shows
Over everything else
Is because in ten years
The shows would be there
And everyone else would not?
Well...
I was right
And I've never been so upset
About being right
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