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1100 Playwright Interviews
1100 Playwright Interviews A Sean Abley Rob Ackerman E.E. Adams Johnna Adams Liz Duffy Adams Tony Adams David Adjmi Keith Josef Adkins Nicc...
Jun 27, 2007
The night Bobby came back to town
The night Bobby came back to town
We all dressed up and gathered round
No one knew what was going down
It would be a sight, there could be a fight
Bobby stepped into the light
Lisa said and we agreed
It’d been ten years or so
That Bobby left and we all stood
Outside and watched him go
Nina said he’d held her head
And kissed her in the snow
It would be a sight, there could be a fight
Bobby stepped into the light
He was unshaven, he was tired
Some say retarded, some say inspired
Dicky and Johnny both were wired
It would be a sight, there could be a fight
Bobby stepped into the light
And he looked at us just standing there
Needing his voice to cut the air
He sat in silence in his chair
This was the night, there could be a fight
Bobby stepped into the light
--
And then Bobby sung the song he sang the day he left:
“This is a song for the lonely
And the beautiful like you
This is a song for the tired
And for those who can’t break through
This is a song if you’re the last one
To stumble to your door
A song for the unrequited
A song if you want more”
And we all joined in to sing along the song he sang the day he left
“This is a song for the lonely
And the beautiful like you
This is a song for the tired
And for those who can’t break through
This is a song if you’re the last one
To stumble to your door
A song for the unrequited
A song if you want more”
Bobby left in the middle of the song
We sang so loud ourselves
We didn’t notice he was gone
And if we sing that loud again
Maybe he’ll be back along
Someday
“This is a song for the lonely
And the beautiful like you
This is a song for the tired
And for those who can’t break through
This is a song if you’re the last one
To stumble to your door
A song for the unrequited
A song if you want more”
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