It's an Act

So you call it a show, it's an act

Not like you to be so matter-of-fact

You call it a dream when it's hell

It's not like you to flunk the show-and-tell

So don't make it up as you go along

It's always you to sing the happy song

So breathe it in and see what's real

It's not like you to mention how you feel

So you can call it a show, it's an act

It's not like you to be so matter-of-fact

You call it a dream when it's hell

It's not like me to flunk the show-and-tell

You can call me up when I'm down

And say, "It's not like you to wear a friendly frown"

So run amok and truth will tell

The truth would like to see you cold, dead and buried, and

The truth is I miss you like hell

So you call it a show, it's an act

Not like you to be so matter-of-fact

You call it a dream, it's hell

It's not like you to flunk the show-and-tell