Every night of the year
The dancer confronts her fear
'Bout her image and her worth
Or whether she's doomed or cursed
To be insecure for the rest of her days
And as she climbs upon a stage
She glances at the perverts who pay her wage
She says, "Life is suffering, oh, yes, I know
But could you let me go?"
Uh, 'cause I'm the one you're gonna miss
I'm the one that you'll hold dear
About me, they'll reminisce
Every night of the year
Every night of the year
The writer confronts his fear
Has he done all he could
And will he be understood?
Or will his work be a dime-store luxury?
And as he sits at his desk
He starts to burn up all his texts
He says, "Pain is pleasure, or so they say
But me, I gotta find my own way"
'Cause I'm the one you're gonna miss
I'm the one that you'll hold dear
About me, they'll reminisce
Every night of the year
Every night of the year
The actress confronts her fear
Little one steps on the stage
She thinks, "What am I doing here?"
And as she takes her marks wondering, "Is this a phase?"
And is this all a gift?
Or is she missin' all of it?
But if she sees her mom smile
Then it really drives her wild
'Cause her acceptance and approval's worth her while
When there's nowhere to run and hide
It's just me and you behind the mirror
She keeps screamin' inside
Every night of the year