In the footsteps of a clown 
Something keeps [bad word] 
Back to this town 

In the shadow of a dream 
hundred years, oh 
What does it mean 

To be the poor player 
Fretting my way 
Old soothsayer 
What would you say to me? 

In the footsteps of a clown 
You were so high 
Did you [bad word] down? 

All the lights, the camera’s glare 
Did it blind you 
Were you ever scared 

To be the poor player 
Fretting your way 
Old soothsayer 
What would you say 

To the poor player 
Fretting my way 
Old soothsayer 
What would you say to me?