While growing up the son of a vaudeville clown.
I would often watch my father and feel let down.

The music would play and then end abruptly.
Seeing him kissing the chorus girl but never my mommy.

The lead actor would hurry by in costume, while the director would come out of his office smelling of ***** and perfume.
The lead actress wiping her lips on his handkerchief
While the curtains began to lift revealing two actresses in mischief.

The Stage Manager lost all the props,
the producer watched the spotlights drop.
The chorus girls giggling in front of their mirror.
As the perverted preacher peeked through the hole in fear.

A young boy screamed out "liar" as his mother walked onto the stage and straight into the fire.

Oh mother, oh father - will you please get down from the stage?
Before I grab an iron and start beating you in rage.

Oh preacher man can you ever speak the truth? Or are you simply a dreamer who does not believe in rules?

Oh Lord what has this world become? Darkness is supreme and we are still waiting on your sun.
To shine the way home, so we can sit 'round the table in a room, with no stages, no lies only the truth.
Take us home...
No more illusions.
No more acting.
No more big promises with small returns.
Nothing to lose and nothing to learn.
Just plain flavored love with a dash of honey.