“Curtain Call”
©️ by Frank DeCenso, Jr.
[Vs1]
When the rain falls hard, on our backyard,
Mem'ries come flashing in;
The children all play, like yesterday,
Cowboys and Indians.
I'm still afraid, of what we made,
When we took separate roads;
We're not complete, both tickling feet,
Holding our children’s’ toes.
CHORUS
Where does love go, when we stop the show,
And feelings say, “That is all”?
Let's try and mend our broken end,
And make a curtain call.
[Vs2]
How’d we go so wrong, in our own song,
That we played from the start?
Did we count the cost, of what would be lost,
If we ever chose to part?
Some attitudes, can become unglued,
To all that we hold dear;
We forget the love, we were made of,
And words sound so unclear.
CHORUS
Where does love go, when we stop the show,
And feelings say, “That is all”?
Let's try and mend our broken end,
And make a curtain call.
[BRIDGE]
Children show a smile wide,
Playing like there're all alone;
But the truth that we're apart right now,
Cuts deeply to their bones...
CHORUS
Where does love go, when we stop the show,
And feelings say, “That is all”?
Let's try and mend our broken end,
And make a curtain call.