You wouldn't care if i explained

Performance

the stage
it's the home that i have everywhere
closing my eyes
seeing myself in the 1930's reporter costume
feeling the spotlight shining down on me
but it's really just rays of the sun

people ask how i know so much about the theatre
maybe it's because it fascinates me
or it's just where i wish to always be
where my mask is off and i'm myself
when i see myself in that blue gown from the 1800's
as Alexander Hamilton's fiancé

painting my face
wishing the makeup was green
that i had that black hat and braid
standing on the chair arms reaching up
trying to fool my brain that i'm being raised by wires

it's not fair being the one that begs to have the stage
but can never make it there
never gets a callback
the home only exists in my head
so maybe i'll never feel that burning light
see the millions of faces blurred by the lighting
and i can only imagine
imagine the feeling of hitting that long note
imagine a standing ovation
someday it might happen
but it's not practical
and because we live in a world
where money is the only point of life
i will never feel it.