I was meant for the stage, 

I was meant for the curtain. 

I was meant to tread these boards, 

Of this much i am certain. 



I was meant for the crowd, 

I was meant for the shouting. 

I was meant to raise these hands 

With quiet all about me. oh, oh. 



Mother, please, be proud. 

Father, be forgiven. 

Even though you told me 

'Son, you'll never make a living.' oh, oh. 



From the floorboards to the fly, 

Here I was fated to reside. 

And as I take my final bow, 

Was there ever any doubt? 

And as the spotlights fade away, 

And you're escorted through the foyer, 

You will resume your callow ways, 

But I was meant for the stage. 



The heavens at my birth 

Intended me for stardom, 

Rays of light shone down on me 

And all my sins were pardoned. 



I was meant for applause. 

I was meant for derision. 

Nothing short of fate itself 

Has affected my decision. oh, oh. 



From the floorboards to the fly, 

here i was fated to reside. 

And as I take my final bow, 

Was there ever any doubt? 

And as the spotlights fade away, 

And you're escorted through the foyer, 

You will resume your callow ways, 

But I was meant for the stage.