The Decemberists
앨범 : We All Raise Our Voices To The Air (Live Songs 04.11 - 08.11)

I was meant for the stage
I was meant for the curtain
I was meant to tread these boards
Of this much I am certain
I was meant for the crowd
I was meant for the shouting
I was meant to raise these hands with quiet all about me
Oh, whoa...
Mother, please be proud
Father, be forgiving
Even though you told me, "Son, you'll never make a living"
Oh, whoa...
And from the floor boards to the flies
Here I was fated to reside
And as I take my final bow
Was there ever any doubt?
And as the spotlights fade away
And you're escorted through the foyer
You will resume your callow ways
But I was meant for the stage
The heavens at my birth
Intended me for stardom
Rays of light shone down on me
And all my sins were pardoned
I was meant for applause
I was meant for derision
Nothing short of fate itself has affected my decision
Oh, whoa...
From the floorboards to the flies
Here I was fated to reside
And as I take my final bow
Was there ever any doubt?
And as the spotlights fade away
and you're escorted through the foyer
You will resume your callow ways
But I was meant for the stage