text: Sober in the morning light
  Things look so much different
  To how they looked last night
  A pale face pressed to an unmade bed
  Like flags of many nations flying high above her head
  The cellophane still on the flowers
  The telegram still in her hand
  As whispers circulate all day
  Their back-stage baby princess passed away
  And you can cage the songbird
  But you cant make her sing
  And you can trap the free bird
  But youll have to clip her wings
  Because shell soar like a hawk when she flies
  But shell dive like an eagle when she dies
  Promises of no more lies
  Fell flat upon an empty stage
  Before the audience arrived
  A return in time to the cheaper seats
  She never knew what lay beneath
  Just a dated handbill they found between the sheets
  Let down before the final curtain
  A shallow heart that left her cold
  She left in rouge upon the mirror
  A circled kiss to the faithful fans whod miss her