Disappearing humbly into the dark night air
I took my bow before the final curtain call,
Stood alone and left the scene
I left them all wond'ring why, mouths agape.

I took my bow before the final curtain call,
No longer hesitant or aghast at the subject of the play.
I left them all wond'ring why, mouths agape,
Their faces contorted in mourning and rage.

No longer hesitant or aghast at the subject of the play,
I pulled up my hood, thinking of the others,
Their faces contorted in mourning and rage.
They were all so serious and morosely concerned.

I looked around, searched the black of night,
Stood alone and left the scene.
I wondered briefly if they'd miss me
As I disappeared humbly into the dark night air.