Just the Same
Head backs away from the mic
A gracious bow to the audience,
A wave goodbye
Such a great show, good game
Hang up the costume,
Wash off the face
Time, now, to go home
Recharge the batteries
Wait for the old phone to ring
With new promises
Of brand new dreams, opportunities
Hands that are open
Are never really empty
Like a deep meditation,
Ready to really reach for something;
There is power in the waiting
The show goes on
On and on and on
Different setlist, but maybe
One or two familiar songs
Something to tap that foot to, sing along
Playing the game,
Finding rhythms, remembering names
Never easy for such a talent—
The dear we’re here to see and hear
We adore, just the same
ZACDAQ 