Last Half Hour

Stepping into the spotlight
Made up and dressed for this special night
Tongue tied, my heart’s beating fast
Same jokes and tired laughs
Rehearsed and fully prepared
Lines learned but I’m feeling scared
Dutch courage flows in my veins, needed more but the bottle is drained

Switch on, switch on, dim the lights low
Find the curtain, end of the show

Went wrong too many times, missed cues, forgotten punchlines
I was dumb my words wouldn’t flow
Different time but the same old show
My posters faded and torn, stage clothes hanging unworn
And the queues they stretch around the block
Sit at home with the radio on