Here I stand head in hand, turn my face to the wall. If she's gone I can't go on, feeling two feet small. Everywhere people stare, each and every day. I can see them laugh at me, and I hear them say: R: Hey, you've got to hide your love away! Hey, you've got to hide your love away! How can I even try? I can never win. Hearing them, seeing them, in the state I'm in, How could she say to me, "Love will find a way"? Gather 'round all you clowns, let me hear you say: R: