Sober in the morning light Things look so much different To how they looked last night A pale face pressed to an unmade bed
Like flags of many nations Flying high above her head The cellophane is still on the flowers The telegram still in her hand
As whispers circulate all day Their backstage baby princess passed away
You can cage the songbird But you can’t make her sing You can trap the free bird But you’ll have to clip her wings
‘Cause she’ll soar like a hawk when she flies But she’ll die like an eagle When she die
Promises of no more lies Fell flat upon an empty stage Before the audience arrived A return in time to the cheaper seats She never knew what lay beneath Just a dated handbill they found beneath the sheets
Let down before the final curtain The shallow heart that left her cold She left in rouge upon the mirror A circled kiss oh to the faithful fans Who’d miss her
You can cage the songbird But you can’t make her sing You can trap the free bird But you’ll have to clip her wings
‘Cause she’ll soar like a hawk when she flies But she’ll die like an eagle When she die