Audience

There is no audience
Only light on in my room is red
I'm reflected vaguely in my window and
Clear enough to let me monitor it
So show me how you would collapse
So show me how you would flirt

So show me how you would stand in the center and
There is no audience
For what I have just conjured here
Swollen eyes scanning the mezzanine
Gesturing thanks to the orchestra
I don’t care who’s out there, no

I remember I was told
Never be complacent
There’s angels watching over all
And they’ll send me straight to the hoosegow

For a lackluster performance
There is no audience
I return to starting position
Play a song with a long introduction
In the wings waiting with anticipation

I don’t care who’s out there, no
I remember I was told
Never be complacent
There’s angels watching over all

And they’ll send me straight to the hoosegow
For a lackluster performance
Intimacy in private
Is what makes me consistent
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect