Final bow
In a disused music hall
Of laughter and mime
The airwave police
Were the only
Admirers to admire
Sliding sideways in a rusty old Ford
The drivers broke down and
A young girl screams
Walking through rock dreams
Tall stories
Mobile T.V. radio
Nobody came
The station is abandoned
Deserted for peace day
Some old man said `Just do your best`
And I think passed away
My shadow is never far behind
And I must find another role to play
Visit maskmaker
Please bend my mind
Someone, no one
I really don`t mind
Nobody cares
