Circa 1978

The first poem I ever wrote, although truthfully it was a song lyric without music.

Limelight

Can't you see the limelight?

Can't you see the sun's bright?

Can't you tell the sound's right?

You're existing in the limelight.

Now your band is moving,

Being calling back for more.

Clock strikes twelve, it's getting late

But the crowd wants another encore.

Can't you see the limelight?

Can't you see the sun's bright?

Can't you tell the sound's right?

You're existing in the limelight.

The crowd is oh so crazy,

Fingers being plucked so fine.

The police are getting nervous,

Could there be another riot?

Can't you see the limelight?

Can't you see the sun's bright?

Can't you tell the sound's right?

You're existing in the limelight.

Your back in your hotel room,

Ready to hit the sack,

Then it hits you,

Tomorrow you go right back.

Can't you see the limelight?

Can't you see the sun's bright?

Can't you tell the sound's right?

You're existing in the limelight.