The show is over, the footlights are dim The roar of the crowd is faded again It's just me and my eighty-eight ivory friend Playing for you. Maybe you've heard me on the radio Maybe he was with you and holding you close I can't help but wonder if somehow you know I'm playing for you. You always said, someday I'd make it Well, I made it but it cost me you Now every night there's part of all The dreams we had in every song that I do. Maybe you've heard me on the radio Maybe he was with you and holding you close I can't help but wonder if somehow you know I'm playing for you. The show is over, the stage is bare The crowd is gone now and they're folding the chairs But I'll keep singing my heart out, what else can I do I'm playing for you. I'm playing for you. I'm playing for you. I'm playing for you. I'm playing for you...