And you're escorted through the foyer
Father, be forgiving
"Son, you'll never make a living", oh, oh
Here I was fated to reside
I was meant for the shouting
And as the spotlights fade away
The heavens at my birth
And all my sins were pardoned
But I was meant for the stage
Even though you told me
I was meant for derision
Was there ever any doubt?
You will resume your callow ways
I was meant for the crowd
From the floorboards to the flys
And from the floorboards to the flys
And as I take my final bow
With quiet all about me, oh, oh
And as I take my final bow
Mother, please be proud
Was there ever any doubt?
Has affected my decision, oh, oh
And as the spotlights fade away
Of this much I am certain
Intended me for stardom
You will resume your callow ways
Rays of light shone down on me
I was meant for applause
Here I was fated to reside
And you're escorted through the foyer
I was meant to tread these boards
Nothing short of fate itself
I was meant to raise these hands