All Prologue

There are no second acts, they say
In our America today
And every day I watch the tide
The dark light flowing through the night

The land is dark and quiet
I don't turn the pages
From where I lost that fire
The story never changes

What does our closest future hold?
A day at a time, I suppose
And all these books just fill the walls
The friends that clutter up these halls

The house is dead and lonely
I don't turn the pages
You were the one and only
The story never changes

There are no second acts, they say
In our America today
What does our closest future hold?
Day at a time, day at a time, I suppose
Day at a time, day at a time, I suppose