Raymie Wilson Ridge - The Penultimate Sacrifice Lyrics

Sad-eyed artist
Sitting in an empty room
Staring at a canvas full of nothing
Hardened brushes strewn upon the floor
Wishing there was more
To this
Broken dancer
Limping from her dressing room
Trying to tell herself the pain will go
Stumbling one last time thru the stage door
Praying for no more
Than this
Weary usherette
Picking up the litter from the matinée
Filling up a paper bag with discarded papers
Finding the odd coin or note for the social fund
Hoping for some more
All of them the same
Not knowing each other's name
Tried to do their best
In a job they now detest
Their passion at a low
The fury overflows
Bending over keys
Of the piano with dimmly lit eyes
Hard to focus on the stave in front of him
Shaky hand writing on the worn out score
Notes he's heard before
Nothing new
Fingers wracked in pain
Arthritis at it's worst again
Drops the pencil down onto the rug below
Starts to bend to pick it up - falls over and hits the floor
Asking himself
Why me?
All his songs the same
Another tune a different name
He knows they'd never listen
To the words that he would pen
The notes don't come easy now
He understood the risk
Seemed like a joke at first
The penultimate sacrifice
Playing with loaded dice
The plagiaristic trait
A thing he learned to hate
But couldn't resist
Anymore