And on Saturday morning there isn't anyone to call
and tell how the performance went
and dad doesn't ask: was there an audience
and mom doesn't say: you sound tired
And when they write about me
some harsh word
i'm still anxious
that dad won't read them
that mom won't know
i want to be a good girl
And don't pass by the house on the way north
and don't stop there on the way back
and the porch from which they would wave at me greetings
hangs like an empty cradle
And when they write about me
some kind word
i still hope
that dad already heard
that mom is proud
i want to be a good girl
I'm not crying
i only long for them
So many faces
so many ears
and no one to sing for
always songs for two
and when the two have gone away
sing to the heavens
I'm not crying
i only long for them