I'm left, you're right, and she's gone. You're right, and I'm left all alone.
Then came Act II, you seemed to change and acted strange, and why I'll never know.
Singers come and go, but if you're a good actor, you can last a long time.
On a cold and gray Chicago morning another little baby child is born in the ghetto, and his Mama cries.
I'll be a fool or a wiseman, my darling, you hold the key. Anyway you want me, that's how I will be.
There are too many people that depend on me. I'm too obligated. I'm in too far to get out.