Don't act like your heart isn't hard And that the joker isn't your card Changing your tune as you put up your guard And go whistling past a graveyard
You can change your mind like you're changing your clothes Though you dress in rags and you turn up your nose When it makes no sense, I will act like it does And come to your defense though I have no weapons
So don't act like your heart isn't hard And that the truth in your head isn't dark You can't turn Tin Pan Alley into a boulevard And go whistling past a graveyard
Don't want the pretense of what love shouldn't be It will bore you to death before setting you free To be just as good or bad as you are In the eye of a storm, we will both be sorry
You could hide your tears behind the facade Of a thousand jokes you thought I forgot And then blame me for no longer laughing
Everyone's cruel at times When you're not at your best And you're crossing the line I'll look past your mistakes If you look past mine And go stumbling past a gold mine