Can you taste the grit
  Between your teeth
  The heat of the lights
  The crack of the whip
  The snapping sound
  Of someone's nerves
  If you pay you get
  What you deserve
    Were coming up from the deep
  The lizard sheds it's skin
  Night obliterates the day
  And all the fun begins
  Shadow boxing with yourself
  Just seems to get you nowhere
  You don't want to cheat
  When playing solitare
    Three faces come alive
  Try and focus and be one
  never let it be said that
  The jester comes undone
  A wreckless gambling pace
  With time enough to borrow
  Time enough to measure
  All of our tomorrows
    Curtain call and light go dim
  Tragedy, love all lie within
  Each player takes his chance to play
  And lives to fight another day
    What boundries to cross
  What chances for the taking
  Stepping in the angels wake
  Not to be foresaken
    No more will I roam
  Our childish dreams are soon outgrown
  But here we stand
  In our own theatreland
  Curtain call
  About to fall