One Day Too Late

The crowd is shouting,
singing along with you.
Songs I could never really follow along to.

Hands waving in the air,
body's moving in rhythm to the song.
Again I never had the same rhythm.

I watch from back stage,
watching how you and your fans connect.
We haven't had that connection in months,
ever since I told you I no longer wanted this life.

A life where we are no longer just Us,
but now a life where it is us and your fans.
7:30pm

I have already called a cab,
saved enough money to go home.
I had my things packed lastnight
but you were to tired to even notice.

As the crowd shouts for more,
I silently walk out,
I don't look back because I'm afraid I wont leave.

The driver is loading my three bags I have in the trunk.
Again I try to not look back, but I do.
Still everyone is shouting your name,
and here you are standing in the doorway.

I look in your eyes and you look in mine,
still we both no this is goodbye.
I get in the cab,
you walk back to the stage.

This is goodbye.