Standard (EADGBE)
I was meant for the stage,
I was meant for the curtain.
I was meant to tread these boards,
Of this much i am certain.
I was meant for the crowd,
I was meant for the shouting.
I was meant to raise these hands
With quiet all about me. oh, oh.
Mother, please, be proud.
Father, be forgiven.
Even though you told me 'Son,
you'll never make a living.' oh, oh.
From the floorboards to the fly,
Here I was fated to reside.
And as I take my final bow,
Was there ever any doubt?
And as the spotlights fade away,
And you're escorted through the foyer,
You will resume your callow ways,
But I was meant for the stage.