I swept up the garbage, the cups and the wrappers The theatre was empty, the crowd had gone home A circle of dust in the light from the rafters The wooden broom handle a microphone And I sang to the dark rows all velvet and empty The curtain majestic in folds to the floor I sang so the angels would never forget me The rush of their robes as they rose up for more The night circled in like a dog in the alley All matted and skinny and face full of hurt And the theatre still ringing with lost dreams of glory The echoing voices of some brighter world And I sang to the mezzanine, the gold-plated ceiling The orchestra spinning, the bright chandelier I sang so the angels would feel what I'm feeling An empty so deep I'm afraid I'm not here The last note it lingered, the dust settled round me A silence so heavy it cut to the bone And deep in the shadows the rustle of clapping I rushed to the back rows still holding the broom And a man who had crept in, all haggard and dirty A bag of belongings and tears in his eyes "I'll never forget this," he said as he left me "I needed to hear someone singing tonight." I swept up the garbage, the cups and the wrappers The theatre was empty, the crowd had gone home A circle of dust in the light from the rafters A wooden broom handle a microphone