Orpheus is playing the troubadour

Orpheus is playing the troubadour
Singing his heartbreak songs
The ones about eurydice
The crowd cringes and yawns

He's cut off all his guitar strings
So he's standing up there alone
Silence were there was once music
While he sings into the microphone

It's so hard being so close
But still just out of reach
To something in the darkness
That the light won't let me keep

She vanished sometime in the spring
Most people thought she was dead
Others say that they saw her
Leaving on a midnight jet

Now Orpheus act like he's holy
Like grief has given him wings
Searching the globe, looking for her
Tears in his eyes while he sings

It's so hard being so close
But still just out of reach
To something in the darkness
That the light won't let me keep

He found her one day in Morocco
Living, breathing and well
Out there writing a novel
A memoir called My Life In Hell

He begged her to follow him home
Saying I've come here to save you
She told him to go back alone
Saying baby, it's over, I'm through

The night that I left, I found you in bed
With my old roommate Jane
You were under the covers, giving her head
So I walked out and boarded a plane

It's so hard being so close
But still just out of reach
To something in the darkness
That the light won't let me keep