Sober in the morning lightThings look so much differentTo how
they looked last nightA pale face pressed to an unmade bedLike
flags of many nations flying high above her headThe cellophane
still on the flowersThe telegram still in her handAs whispers
circulate all dayTheir back-stage baby princess passed awayAnd
you can cage the songbirdBut you can't make her singAnd you
can trap the free birdBut you'll have to clip her
wings`Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she fliesBut
she'll dive like an eagle when she diesPromises of no more
liesFell flat upon an empty stageBefore the audience arrivedA
return in time to the cheaper seatsShe never knew what lay
beneathJust a dated handbill they found between the sheetsLet
down before the final curtainA shallow heart that left her
coldShe left in rouge upon the mirrorA circled kiss to the
faithful who'd miss her