At the gates of my mind there lives a real tired door man.
It's a sold out show, the marquee reads, "The Poor Man"
The seats are filling up and even though I'm feeling down.
It's time to start the show and paint a smile on my frown.
A dimple makes a perfect place for hiding all my woes.
I keep the pain packed tight way so it never ever shows.
It's pretty hard to hang a smile on the corners of a frown.
You have to grin and bear it or it just keeps falling down.
A single moment has the power to churn a life of tragedy.
As I take the stage this moment, get ready for a comedy.