From a distant room came a lonely tune, hangs heavy in the air Sounds of scene where often been of depression and despair People laughing and joking, drinking and smoking, they are not aware Of the guy or his song as the piano plays on, they don't really care He's just paid to please them, he's a clown without a face A sound to fill their silence, a soul that leaves no trace Every happy song is drowned in, drowned in sorrow Yet no one sees the tears in his eyes His dreams are gone, no special song, no tomorrow No chorus as his spirit slowly dies In the hazy gloom of this living tomb, a stripper earns her pay To lusty cheers and the drunken leers, the piano fades away As she sheds her clothes in a vulgar pose, she strips him of all pride Yet he plays on such a desperate song, feels a savage changing tide Won't someone help me? I just want to play my song If only you would only listen I'd be so happy if you all would sing along I'd have the things that I've been missing But very soon came the final tune, no worry turned to song Just an empty stool and a stagehand's call, his weakness was too strong So twisted and high while starting to fly, he saw the changing tide And he followed its will, until all was still, the piano player died