An updated version of the song - just requires the vocals now and then a final mix.
Story behind the song
A song about how fickle fame is, and how difficult it is to actually stay in it - it's harder work than those ers who audition on X Factor seem to realise.
Lyrics
When the sky isn’t the only blue
They’ll be there, waiting to hear it new.
The sound of the wind
Takes a bow before the show begins,
The singer’s eyes reflect the sands
That fills the time between closing hands.
A watcher moves from row to row
As liquid spills, over cup it flows.
The lights come on; hear the crowd roar
As she steps forward to take the floor.
When the sky isn’t the only blue
They’ll be there, waiting to hear it new.
Pavement cracks trip her up
As she moves alone holding the cup
That brings life to a thousand faces
Each of which have seen better places.
Monday morning knocks on her door
Calling out to her though she’s heard it before
“How can I not go on now that I know?
Before all of this my life was poor!”
When the sky isn’t the only blue
They’ll be there, waiting to hear it new.
When the sky is no longer blue
Will they still come looking for you?
Now that the sky has turned to red
They’ve turned their backs on all that she said.
The morning papers found a new star,
All exclaimed, “This one will go far!”
The pictures they carried show a smiling face
She looked for hers but found no trace.
Friday came with a new moon
Shining its light on another so soon
Monday’s child it seems had faded
Too old too soon her looks had jaded.
Now that the sky has turned to red
They’ve turned their backs on all that she said.
She fought on, her battle not lost
She’d worked on her dreams to her cost
Just because one man says “no”
Doesn’t mean it has to be so!
So she worked hard to change the sky
If it takes forever, so she will try
For when the sky is no longer night
She will cry for she’s won her fight!
When the sky is no longer red
Will they listen to what is said?
With her eyes matching the sky blue
They’ll be there, waiting to hear it new.