Today I'm laughing in my wine, but not for joy. For the ridicule and pain of life.
Lies and tricks on a simple trusting man are seen in the jester's face.
Don't let him know. It might hurt him. Don't let him know his father's dead. Don't let him know. It might hurt him. Don't let him know I'm in the room next door. I'll come by the back way to avoid him so he won't know. It might hurt him. Don't let him know what I'm doing here. Don't let him know what we're doing here. It might hurt him. Don't let him know.
Not letting me know is what hurt me the most.
Why are there only two in the room? Because there are not three? "That's a good fool."
I hear the knocking on the other man's door. Why is the poor fool alone? Because no one ever knocks on his door? "That's a good fool."
Why does the good fool leave his heart on the front porch? Because he thinks someone might want it? "That's a good fool."
What does the stupid fool want? The same thing that everyone else wants. And what is that stupid fool? Love. "Gooood! Stupid fool. That's the right answer" What do I win?
Sorry poor fool, you get none of the above.
That's okay. I don't expect anything. "That's a good fool."