And only yesterday you thought   You were Peter the Great   With all, all your troops   And only yesterday you thought   Your name shall be carved in stone   But how slowly goes the night   For a shy kind of guy   That you have become tonight   You've never been   In this room of your mind      And only yesterday you were   Possessed by luck   And you, you knew no fear   And your savage wit   Where did it go?   Where did it disappear?   And how slowly goes the night   For a shy kind of guy   That you have become tonight   How strange   How strange to see you cry!      To see you cry   To see you cry   To see you cry      How slowly goes the night   For a shy kind of guy   That you have become tonight      How strange   How strange to see you cry   To see you cry   To see you cry