Behind the curtains we stand
Exchange a nervous glance
Exited chills run down my spine
Even though I know all will be fine
The Blue Curtains burst open
The applause roars stronger
The Roots play harder
Welcome we say, as it all stars
I take my place stand on my mark
On the left of the clover
To my right, stand you do
We start to speak as the laughter grows
But really, only we know
What it took to get here
And all we've been through
Scars hidden beneath our ties
Though our place is free of lies
There are secrets we keep
From those who see
But all we hide, is buried deep
Beneath laughter, light-hearted jokes, and stories we share
We go along like we are without care
Sometimes it feels that way
Others, it's an endless day
Until the exited chills run down my spine
This life I love, this life of mine
Took my problems, stole them away
So I have the opportunity to remove the war
For a couple hours or more
Laugh, smile and play with my greatest friend
And stay behind the desk until the end.
The Desk. The Iron Desk
Shows your success and shows you've won
The war you fought, you're finally done
Teach the next, make them see
What it takes it takes to be
Next in line to the desk.
Although you should never give up your spot
If you can start at 11:35 on the dot
I wish never to end the fun
To stay the rest if my life
It is the greatest, the last piece of the pie
The show, the studio, the curtains
All is the greatest thing in my life
Nothing tops what a thrill it would be
If this poem wasn't based off of a dream
That would be perfect life, that life if mine
Where I would be behind the curtains five days a week
And my life, would never be bleak
Studio 6B
Is where I wanna be
Forever.
Studio 6B
