Vaudeville - Frank Tedesso

    Vaudeville, vaudeville
    We'll kill the sorrow, oh yes we will
    Just come in off the window sill
    Come back, come back, come back
    to vaudeville

    Well, hello Charlie, hello Charlie
    It's raining here just like a symphony
    My bed is home fast asleep
    And my money's left without me
    Well, I hear our kind died out long ago
    with Halley's comet; Larry, Curley and Moe
    But we shall return like the winter snow
    nobody knows when though
    Till then it's just this

    Vaudeville, vaudeville
    We'll kill the sorrow yes we will
    It's coming off the window sill
    Come back, come back to vaudeville

    So where's this last chance you always said she'd leave you
    You turn up empty handed, even the doorman won't see you
    He just hands you anote, says read it while you're walking
    You can't hardly tell who wrote it but you can hear her voice talking
    Saying give up the ghost, tomorrow's no safe haven
    You're going to crash along for years
    And wind up locked in some strange room
    Raving about the stars blinking like heartbeats
    And forever whispering like a woman in the summer heat
    And don't let go of me, don't let go of me, don't let go of me
    Don't you befooled, it's only

    Vaudeville,vaudeville
    we'll kill the sorrow yes we will
    You got to come in off the window, man
    Come in of the window
    Come in off the window sill
    Come back, come back, come back
    To vaudeville

    Well across the moon geese are flying now
    Across the same stars our grandfathers wished upon
    And the wish they made they made for for you
    and the sorrow they braved you can brave it too
    The autumn winds are gathering
    In the belly of the blazing moon
    As she gives up her light, seeding the night
    with all that might yet come true
    And the morning rises like another chance
    and the daylight like a road at your feet
    And you go bustling out into the world
    Like somebody with promises to keep
    But promise me, promise me

    Vaudeville, vaudeville
    We'll kill the sorrow, 1 promise we will
    You've got to come in off the window sill
    Come back, come back, come back
    Come back, come back, come back
    Come on back, come on back, come on back
    To vaudeville
    Come back to vaudeville
    ....be right here waiting

    Words and Music © 1986 by Frank Tedesso

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