The Decemberists Follow

I was meant for the stage,

I was meant for the curtain.

I was meant to tread these boards,

Of this much I am certain.

I was meant for the crowd,

I was meant for the shouting.

I was meant to raise these hands

With quiet all about me.

Oh, Oh.

Mother, please be proud.

Father, be forgiving.

Even though you told me

'Son, you'll never make a living.'

Oh, oh.

From the floorboards to the flys,

Here I was fated to reside.

And as I take my final bow,

Was there ever any doubt?

And as the spotlights fade away,

And you're escorted through the foyer,

You will resume your callow ways,

But I was meant for the stage.

The heavens at my birth

Intended me for stardom,

Rays of light shone down on me

And all my sins were pardoned.

I was meant for applause.

I was meant for derision.

Nothing short of fate itself

Has affected my decision.

Oh, oh.

And from the floorboards to the flys,

Here I was fated to reside.

And as I take my final bow,

Was there ever any doubt?

And as the spotlights fade away,

And you're escorted through the foyer,

You will resume your callow ways,

But I was meant for the stage.