The storm casts off the shadows as it slips behind the clouds
The peacock looks dejected though his tail is standing proud
The actor tries to prove that he's the face in every crowd

Oh there stands your hero losing his sight
Confused by his symptoms, and trembling with fright
Oh give him the key, won't you show him the light

The judge lays down his papers with the hearing at an end
The parish priest reminds you that he's everybody's friend
And the actor wastes his money trying to keep up with the trend

The fisherman weighs anchor with his catch of drowning souls
The foxes fear the hunters as they hide deep in their holes
While the actor lies down naked on his bed of glowing coals