Last night you were a goddess of
guitar and microphone
On show, on stage, untouchable
fine pitch and perfect tone
You sang your soulful songs as if
you sang to me alone
An angel singing songs of life unknown.
On stage you are ethereal
a vision, out of reach
In town you are invisible
a sand grain on the beach
And though we mortal men may dream
of reaching for a star
We'll never realise how near you are.
For all you want is normal from
a normal sort of chap
You sing your songs in heaven but
you know that it's a trap
A lovely cage is still a cage
and all you want to be
is free,
and all you want to be is free.