Anyone Here In The Audience

Anyone Here In The Audience - Benjamin Britten

Written by：A. Hammond/M. Hazelwood

Anyone here in the audience

With a pad that I can crash in

I'd really appreciate you let me know

Cause the gig is over soon

In out on the road for a number of weeks

And we didn't take much cash in

It's raining outside and to tell you the truth

I've been locked out of my room

Do you care

Do you pity the poor musician

Don't you know

What its like out on the road

Don't you think

Don't you think I'm always wishin

Someone would stand up

And offer a hand up

And take me home

Anyone here in the audience

Who can make a dish to fill me

I'd really appreciate you let me know

Haven't eaten all day long

In out on the road for a number of weeks

And the greasy food is killing me

I'm hungry and tired and to tell you the truth

All my well to play is gone

Do you care

Do you pity the poor musician

Don't you know

What its like out on the road

Don't you think

Don't you think I'm always wishin

Someone would stand up

And offer a hand up

And take me home

Anyone here in the audience

With a heart that I can cling to

I'd really appreciate you let me know

If you've got some love to spare

In out on the road for a number of weeks

And I've found no one to sing to

And I just need to know

Yes I just want to know

Is there anyone there

Do you care

Do you pity the poor musician

Don't you know

What its like out on the road

Don't you think

Don't you think I'm always wishin

Someone would stand up

And offer a hand up

And take me home

Mmmmm Someone would stand up

And offer a hand up

And take me home