Although life is a serious game
Was it I who played wrong?
Do I belong to the small few
Who get lost in the race
Who still seem to pretend
When their daydream ends
It seems you've still got that old hold on me
I just can't seem to somehow set myself free
I'm in theis crazy turn around circle
Closing in on me, oh, honey
'Til I can't seem to see
How is it strength and will
Are things that befriend?
Why is it on such things
That love must depend?
When we find we're alone and we're broken
Left beyond a friend, oh, honey
Don't we need love then?
Although life is a serious game
Was it I who played wrong?
Do I belong to the small few
Who get lost in the race
Who still seem to pretend
When their daydream ends..