Melancholy Polly

Melancholy Polly spills her guts on stage

She can’t get her jollies any other way

Safe inside the music and the melody

Polly gets to lose it and no one can see

She is not a starlet with a red guitar

Just an easy target for a broken heart

Peddling her story up there all alone

Is another allegory carved in stone

She would ransom her fate

If she had some escape

But her words are a curse

Every rhyme every line and verse

In front of the footlights Polly takes a bow

Waves and says her goodnight to the drunken crowd

When the house is clapping she knows what it means

Her life only happens for a song to sing