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 a façade
Of a thousand jobs you thought I forgot
And them 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 mine
And go stumbling past a gold mine
