Written：Randall Lipford
Arranger：Vastine W.Pettis/Roel A.Garcia
It's almost time
For me to do my show
You're always there
There on the very first row
But things have changed
And so the story goes
And I don't know where you are
And my spirits are so low
But I'm a pro
I know that I must perform
I'll do my best
To make sure that show goes on
So I'll get by
So pass the microphone
But deep inside I know
That there'll be no applause at home
And I'll miss you most
When in singing
When I hit the last note
I'll be calling out your name
I'll miss you most
When I'm singing
And the final curtain call I'll feel the pain
Here I am
Alone in my dressing room wondering how
I'll get the strength to croon
And everywhere
An pictures of me for you
But there melodies of love
Has turned into songs of blue