It's quarter to eight, the place is alive
the house is full, he's just arrived
they love him, they love him
the lights go dim, he takes the stage
he looks so good in his ivory cage
they love him, they love him
his opening chords ring quietly
striking their emotion
his eyes are watered 
by the strength of their devotion

CHORUS
he stands alone the stage his home, 
and the only love that he's ever known
they love him, they love him, 
a hotel room, a crowded bar, his only friend, an old guitar
they love him, they love him

his music soothes, excites and uplifts
all of them wish they had such a gift
they love him, they love him
they envy his gift, his wealth and his fame
they envy it all, they think it's a game
they love him, they love him
he gives them all he has
they've had such a good time
he waves goodbye with a tear in his eye
strangers till the next time

CHORUS

the lights are on, the hall is cold, 
the seats are empty, his stories are told
they loved him, how they loved him, 
he stands on the stage, looks at his life, 
the silence is cruel, it cuts like a knife
they loved him, they loved him
if they could see him now
in lonely isolation
a victim of his art
and their admiration

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Words & Music By Nemo James