Does it matter anymore
When lights dim and curtains touch the floor?
He stands where the shadows meet light;
He turned his back, he's walking to the night.
I remember his smile
It's fading too fast.
I remember his eyes,
why couldn't it last?
But does it matter anymore?
The lights are dark and curtains touch the floor.
The seats are all empty, from aisle to aisle
And the silence thunders all the while.