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"