Violet

The beauty Of living The moment. I've chased the ghost of Fame and success My whole adolescence. A reverie in sound That tends to nothing But selling tickets In the best theaters. We don't all have luck So, when it gets bad, I take the bow out And graze the strings 'cause I don't wanna die. I'll play my songs loud As far as I can remember And lose some notes because The score's gone with the wind. While it flows, I will dance with the walking people. Will I ever gain a second wind? We're a crescendo That ends in silence And we sing threnodies To hush the racket. The tempo's rapid, I'm keeping it up Although I'm aging. It doesn't matter. I'll play forever And I'm so sorry If the melody's too loud, My souls screams out aloud: "I don't wanna die at all!" I know I won't gain A second wind, So I'll breathe in And live the moment.