Sober in the morning light
Things look so much different
To how they looked last night
A pale face pressed to an unmade bed

Like flags of many nations
Flying high above her head
The cellophane is still on the flowers
The telegram still in her hand

As whispers circulate all day
Their backstage baby princess passed away

You can cage the songbird
But you can't make her sing
You can trap the free bird
But you'll have to clip her wings

'Cause she'll soar like a hawk when shе flies
But she'll die likе an eagle
When she die

Promises of no more lies
Fell flat upon an empty stage
Before the audience arrived
A return in time to the cheaper seats
She never knew what lay beneath
Just a dated handbill they found beneath the sheets
Let down before the final curtain
The shallow heart that left her cold
She left in rouge upon the mirror
A circled kiss oh to the faithful fans
Who'd miss her

You can cage the songbird
But you can't make her sing
You can trap the free bird
But you'll have to clip her wings

'Cause she'll soar like a hawk when she flies
But she'll die like an eagle
When she die