WE LIVE THE MUSIC, WE WRITE OUR OWN SONGS

"When we played our charade,
We were like children posing,
Playing at games acting out names,
Guessing the parts we played.
Oh what a hit we made,
We came on next to closing,
Best on the bill,
Buddies until,
You, left the masquerade.
Fate seemed to pull the strings,
I turned and you were gone,
While from the darkened wings,
The music box played on,
Played on and on,
Sad little serenade,
Song of my heart's composing,
I hear it still,
I always will,
Best on the bill, Charade!

I wanted the music to play on forever,
Have I stayed to long at the fair?
I wanted the clown to be constantly clever,
Have I stayed to long at the fair?
I bought the blue ribbon to tie up my hair,
But I couldn't find anybody to care,
The merry go round is beginning to slow now,
Have I stayed too long at the fair?
The music has stopped,
And the children must go now,
Have I stayed to long at the fair?

You've got to know when to hold em,
Know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run!

Memories, I'll keep my precious memories,
They will stay tucked away, deep,
Deep inside of my heart.
They will be mine,
No one can ever take them away,
To always remember,
Those happier days!"

It's not make believe,
It's true.
A bond so strong, it defies all logic.
A bond so strong, it transcends this Universe.
A bond that will stay, with me forever,
In my heart!

I hear it still,
I always will,
Best on the bill,
Charade!

We live, the music,
We write our own songs!