Down on Skid Row,
Where all the fallen people use to go,
A sign is hanging beside the street
Saying something I can hardly read.
A beggar sitting next to it every day
And I am wondering what the sign could say.
I can't get this out of my mind
I can't resist anymore
Now's the time I want to know!
I'm walking up to the board
Ancient letters invite me to the show...

[Chorus]
It's a sign on the street
That is catching my sight
It will guide me into the night,
A sign on the street

Weather-beaten and decayed
A tombstone for those who have failed
Paying for this play I walk up to the door,
Entering a new dimension as I have never seen before.
Overwhelmed by this 19th century entrance hall
A pale light of candles is shining from the wall
I walk into the theatre through a curtain,
On the other side everything seems so uncertain.
In the room hardly any light is near
And none of the audience realises that I'm here.

[Chorus]

The people in this hall so strange I'd love to run
Like creatures managing their lives in the shadow of the sun.
But something holds me back I can't let go,
As I hear the magic words "welcome to the show"