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