Lyrics

This ain't no curtain call No ovation The mob is growing And they're impatient I see matches And I see torches Sometimes it burns Sometimes it scorches Oh, put your hands down There's nothing left to call I will be watching When your halo begins to fall This ain't no fairy tale This ain't no fable I'll find a moral when I'm able In the pouring rain And you remember The car that pulled away last November (ch)