The Backing Singer Lyrics - Singles - Bobby Long

Running through chairs and rows, sizing up the meaning 

Smiles for the camera and cries, her pot was always steaming 

But he won't ask her again, for to him she is lumber 

Storms on that horizon have blown, her lips rest on the tumbler 

She decides to head down below to omit the danger 

Flowers in her dressing room again and all from a stranger 

To bite the bullet and mourn would take too much pain 

She's leaving to do it all on her own and out in the street rain 

Now that you're out on your own 

For the needs you once had they have grown 

The lights and applause weren't your own and will go away 

You pulled your own weight all the same 

With your hunger, your voice and a chain 

Your talent was never the fame 

This will all go away 

There is nothing more pure than love you said in a drunken fling 

Three years later you're back with your mother, and you eat what she brings 

You're making your living in bars and tied to street corners 

You're a hit with the junkies and cleaners and one for the mourners 

Your voice never clutches at straws, you could bury the morning 

But, things were never the same after you had left without hearing fair warning 

Things shouldn't have turned out this way, not even in your deepest fears 

You can't ever go back to the crowds and to the good old years 

Now that you're out on your own 

For the needs you once had they have grown 

The lights and applause weren't your own and will go away 

You pulled your own weight all the same 

With your hunger, your voice and a chain 

Your talent was never the fame 

This will all go away 

This will all go away 

This will all go away