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... 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. 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"