Sober in the morning light



Things look so much different



To how they looked last night



A pale face pressed to an unmade bed



Like flags of many nations flying high above her head





The cellophane still on the flowers



The telegram still in her hand



As whispers circulate all day



Their back-stage baby princess passed away





And you can cage the songbird



But you can't make her sing



And you can trap the free bird



But you'll have to clip her wings



`Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she flies



But she'll dive like an eagle when she dies





Promises of no more lies



Fell flat upon an empty stage



Before the audience arrived



A return in time to the cheaper seats



She never knew what lay beneath



Just a dated handbill they found between the sheets





Let down before the final curtain



A shallow heart that left her cold



She left in rouge upon the mirror



A circled kiss to the faithful who'd miss her