The Player

I maybe crazy, maybe I'm just your fool
The way you play me seems to break every rule
The hand you're holding lacks some kind of royalty
There never seems to be a place for me

The steps we're taking now are hard to retrace
Your moral compass sets a course for disgrace
These arms that hold me lack some kind of loyaltyThere never seems to be a place for me

Where did you go?
What do you know?
Some things won't grow

I can't help thinking that I'm wasting my time
When only certainty can halt my decline
This explanation lacks some kind of clarity
There never seems to be a place for me

Where did you go?
What do you know?
Some things won't grow

I can't help thinking that I'm wasting my time
When only certainty can halt my decline
This explanation lacks some kind of clarity
There never seems to be a place for me

There's something that I should have known
When you speak with that tone, it doesn't mean you care about it
Too bad when you ask me that way
It's not what you say but what you left unsaid about it
And as the scenery falls the cast take their bow to thunderous aplause
A flash of light and it suddenly dawns, it's not what you thought

I maybe crazy, maybe I'm just your fool
The way you play me seems to break every rule
The hand you're holding lacks some kind of royalty
There never seems to be a place for me