Well I’ve done a good job at playing the great pretender
But every time night closes in I think I’m ready to surrender
And I wonder about the afterlife, and all the lost and wandering souls
And I pray that they may find peace, that they may find a home
And he can’t remember the last time he lent a hand to her
He lives in a perfect world, but all his visions are a blur
And she made plenty mistakes, including him, but the stakes were high
And like a bird with a broken wing, she never learned to fly
Why is that we wear a mask every time we face the troubled task
Of letting someone in our world- we’re all just little boys and girls
If only we could turn back time, have fun in nursery rhyme
Instead it’s a downhill climb, what’s yours is yours and mine is mine
As the poet reaches for a pen, and warm thoughts come to rescue him
He knows exactly what to say, it’s the perfect end to a long hard day
And the crowd will always erase the outcast’s downtrodden face
But in the next life he has a place, on a golden throne in outer space
Well my mind has done a good job of forgetting to remember
But as the heavy darkness closes in, I wonder if I should surrender