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 mind
And go stumbling past a gold mine