Time for the show
It's 'bout to start
Where did you go
Who'll play your part
We'll sound out of tune
In this empty room
Go on ahead
Save me a seat
In the break for act two
I know how we'll meet, I'll look for your bowtie
The wince on your face
Disguising the pain
To play with such grace
Words cannot contain
The loss that was you
I hope these chords do
Bowtie, Bowtie
Who knew what to say, what to speak
Well we might if you told us last week
An embrace and a peck on the cheek
Anyone know how to tie a bowtie
Bowtie
Dressed all in black
The lights start to dim
Elegiac
And humming our hymn
The playbill suggests
A concerto of tied whole note rests,
Drowning in silence, impeccably dressed in our bowties
Bowties