Dress Rehearsal
by Michael Doyle

It seems like life knows its resistance,
And all we have is our persistence.
We're dedicated to getting our message through.
Sometimes it feels like it's all we can do.

Sparks from the stage blaze a mystic fire.
Night after night, we are filled with desire.
The girl over there with the golden voice,
She knows we really have no choice. 

The set list creates the story
Of our lives in our full glory.
Note after note, we live and play.
We keep our dreams on display. 

We somehow want our narrative
To speak for itself in the declarative - 
Who we are and who we will be.
It's an open letter without any mystery.

No one has a heart of stone,
And our chorus isn't sung alone.
The tempo has its own way
To be the song we're meant to play.

The set list creates the story
Of our lives in our full glory.
Note after note, we live and play.
We keep our dreams on display. 

These songs can only be played one way.
I heard it from the singer as he'd say
We have to play it like a heartbeat,
Like we have coming up from the streets.

Life is a dress rehearsal, gone by like a blur
Of dreams we chased after as they occurred.
Retentive of every note played as it should,
We still hold these dreams -and they feel good.

The set list creates the story
Of our lives in our full glory.
Note after note, we live and play.
We keep our dreams on display. 

(c) August 27, 2025   Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved