Open Mic

Tom goes down to the Open Mic
He wants to play some songs that you like
Someone at the back shouts 'Take a hike'
And everybody laughs

Next up, it's Cecilia's turn
She's got the moves and the ambition to burn
She sings a song she never took the time to learn
You shouldn't do these things by halves

Now it's getting dark on a Wednesday night
And now the little stage is bathed in light
And here comes a guy all nervous laughter and playing guitar
With his dreams of being a star

Oh, it's so democratic at the theatre of broken dreams
These days we all want to entertain it seems
So, come on down, do what you like
At the Open Mic
Oh, it doesn't matter if you're old or young
If you want to play keyboards or to strum
Or stare out the window while you hum
You can do what you like
At the Open Mic.

Tom goes down to the Open Mic
He wants play some songs you know and like
Soon we're all staring into the existential void
He pays something gloomy by Pink Floyd

And now there's a girl onstage too shy to open her eyes
She whispers into the mic, her voice all murmurs and sighs
But she's brought her entourage and they cheer her to the skies
But they know she's not going far

Now it's getting dark on a Wednesday night
And now the little stage is bathed in light
And here comes a guy all nervous laughter and playing guitar
With his dreams of being a star

Oh, it's so democratic at the theatre of broken dreams
These days we all want to entertain it seems
So, come on down, do what you like
At the Open Mic
Oh, it doesn't matter if you're old or young
If you want to play keyboards or to strum
Or if this is the first time that you've ever sung
You can do what you like
At the Open Mic