The crowd so loud they applaud your efforts
Take it in and do your thing take a breath exhale
Things feel right on a stage energy rushing
After the show it's so quiet and boring
From holding a crowd to being alone
No one around to hear what you're saying
Practice a monologue prepare for the next show
On the road so far from home it's part of the trade
Sleeping in a hotel bed missing the one at home
Trying to get to the next level, stage time is most important
All the struggle melts away with the stage lights
Free for that moment because this love felt right