Laughing through the twilight

Where's my comic scene?

I rode through all the trails

I danced beneath the pines

I never stole a moment that wasn't rightly mine

I waited calmly through the climb

But when the spotlight shone

He tipped his hat

And now I sense this aching, deep and vast

It's like a joke that's spread

It's like a chuckle, dead

My laughter's spinning round and round, a merry thread

I'm sort of like a cowboy with a hat misplaced

I know exactly what's at stake

I never saw myself as old

I always dreamed I'd be the one in stories told

And there's no yielding gold

'Cause if I can't have laughs

Then I would be the jester of the night

And the drafts

Now there's a snowflake on my boot

Where the dust used to be

And it's crowning me the king

Being jovial was my craft

But I've been chilled for the last draft

And I won't ever let another winter steal my glee

The frost bites my face, third-degree

Now my breath's steaming hotter than a winter's spree

There's nobody braving this with me

They're gonna slip on the winter's queen

Your shivers are my dream

Just wait until they're caught in my snowy schemes