Through hoops and secret panelsDown the slip-n-slideFaith finds a way to the other sideBut you are tempted to be cleverThis seems to do the trickPick a number, you’ve got a thousand schticksBut certain crowds are toughSomeone has called your bluffYour timing’s out of stepYou drown in your own sweatYou’ve become a fire-walkerAnd work the center ringBut you never learn to walk on water’cos you can’t pull any stringsThey pardon you when you leaveA few cards up your sleeveYou wear a beard, a magic turbanCharm & hypnotizeHandle snakes, take flying carpet ridesTrap doors and wires, smoke and mirrors–(tools of the wonder trade)–False-bottom trunks conceal the big charadeIt’s taken years to learnHow not to crash and burnThere’s little glory inJust learning how to swimYou conceal, misdirectDisappear, stack the deckJump and tumble, hurdy gurdyThat’s the confidence manA little truth, a little sleight of handSometimes we grasp the truthWhen we have lost our youthSometimes we live and dieStill clinging to a lieSomeone’s laughing, someone knowsYou’re not wearing any clothesStill i am tempted to be cleverThis seems to do the trick