Early Zeppelin

Front row at the magic act, All eyes on him The man dressed full in black he’s got us fooled “A volunteer,” he says, “For my last one.” & with the wave of his hat, the spotlight shines On a sea of nervous hands Where I’m raising mine... Wouldn’t it be nice to feel so alive? Oh, then the spotlight shines on me He says, “come on.” So I come on Leave my seat Climb the stage Then it all goes away Except the dark I hear him say: This is what means to disappear, To really give it up, to not be here I’m straining for a sign of misdirection But there’s no applause I hear him say: This is what it means to disappear To really give it up, to not be here Oh, to not be here