The storm casts off the shadows as it slips behind the
clouds
The peacock looks dejected though his tail is standing
proud
The actor tries to prove that he's the face in every
crowd.
Oh there stands your hero losing his sight
Confused by his symptoms, and trembling with fright
Oh give him the key, won't you show him the light.
The judge lays down his papers with the hearing at an end
The parish priest reminds you that he's everybody's
friend
And the actor wastes his money trying to keep up with the
trend.
The fisherman weighs anchor with his catch of drowning
souls
The foxes fear the hunters as they hide deep in their
holes
While the actor lies down naked on his bed of glowing
coals.
