"The Show Grows Rusty"
By Ronald W. McDowell

I play to time
Go on and blame me
You play and forget
Who's going to need it?

I fade to gray
He has a face of you
Now I play the crime
Reason won't deny you

It's all a lie, I tell you
It's all good bye, I tell you

The show grows rusty
And yeah, she dances for you
He simulates the phone call
Leaving eyes just watches it fall
It's such a feeling of need
Realizing he'll never see

And it's all a lie, I tell you
It's all good bye, I tell you