In the theater of the mind There is a show that plays from time to time Directed by loneliness, with regret and doubt as its stars The plot is fear and the ending is tragic, a soul behind bars
In the theater of the mind There is a show that replays, familiar but not the same each time Hope and love play the leading parts, and promises are spoken Until it's spoiled by vows not kept, and a heart left broken
In the theater of the mind
There is a show that we all see in the film called time
And at some point, your reel comes to an end. Guest of honor at your final showing
And until then, what can you do? Try to ride the seat's edge, and keep the whiskey flowing
