In my closet, hanging there
Beneath the dust and disrepair
Is evidence I used to dare
To don these clothes I used to wear.
In another time and place
I'd carefully paint up my face
And select my dress with care
When I wore these clothes I used to wear.
I'd choose a gown that went with pearls
The stuff of dreams for teenage girls
Or one that sparkled here and there
These are the clothes I used to wear.
In those days, I had dreams I'd grace
The stages of place after place
To take the songs I had and share
Them in these clothes I used to wear.
But now, in jeans and sweaters warm
I pass my days, forget the charm
Of special nights in spotlight's glare
When I wore the clothes I used to wear.
So why do I stand here, closet wide
Unzip the dress bags and peek inside
And pull from what is hiding there
A "once-upon" I used to where?
Tonight, for a minute or three
I'll grace a stage, I'll sing for free
I'll take the chance the dream's still there
Concealed in clothes I used to wear.