The Game

Here I am, I’m so free good old independent me.
Im a man of means, a man of property.
Every race, that I run. Is one more that must be won.
And whats more I know, I’ve only just begun.
Oh but honestly sometimes I wonder
What this game I play is about
When I come home at night I discover
Nothing’s changed since I went out
Guess I must be a fool or a dreamer?'
For whatever way could it be?
All the lovers I know gave me more, then they got from me.
I should change, but it’s hard, something keeps me on my guard.
I’ve never been prepared to hold the losing card, no never.
But before it’s too late, I’ve got to come to turns with fate
For love and life I know, I’m not inclined to wait.
Du-du-du-du-du-du
When I come home at night I discover
Nothing’s changed since I went out
Guess I must be a fool or a dreamer?'
For whatever way could it be?
All the lovers I’ve know gave me more
Then they got from me.