I cried the day my grandfather no longer knew my face I wept by the window when he died And when my mother called long distance To say her mother passed away
I blubbered on the bus, I couldn´t hide
I´ve cried at many broken hearts, I´ve sobbed in countless drinks Over girls with faces I barely now recall I balled and I ball on the kitchen floor When living was too much Pick a room, I´ve wept in them all
But I can´t tell you why Tonight my eyes are dry
I always cry at musicals When loving dreams are sung I´ve stained many books Their stories false and true I cry and rom-coms, dramedies The news and children´s films
The Muppet Movie, Frozen, Frozen 2
But I can´t tell you why Tonight my eyes are dry
What would you call the opposite of a comedian? Whatever it is, that´s what I wanted to be I dreamed of touring the country Playing small gigs in intimate venues Sitting on stage in a leather wingback armchair And telling tales of woe
The audience would join me in a long collective cry We would all weep together as one I even planned the merchandise A hundred percent cotton souvenir handkerchiefs Embroidered with tour dates
Available in the foyer after the show
I´m waiting for the waterworks to come But I don´t feel a thing, I´m just exhausted and numb I need some release, I need to make it all real A lacrimal Niagra, a dramatic reveal
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