A Winning Hand Lyrics

Well, the busker one man band

Knows the songs to sing

Knows that there is a string

To pull on anything

And the cameraman sweeps it all

A panoramic view

Always something new

To capture right on cue

But all I have as I wander

Is the fear of getting old

Is the fear of losing

All the things that I hold

close to my heart

Close to my chest

A winning hand

But only in Solitaire

And the barber, he knows

About sport and weather and such

He knows how to make the time pass

As he works

I envy the barber

And all of his verbal quirks

But as I wander

In this crowded city

The fear of gaining

Only pity

For the empty shell

I have become

That winning hand

Not worth a crumb

To anyone

But as I wander

In this crowded city

The fear of gaining

Only pity

For the empty shell

I have become

That winning hand

Not worth a crumb

To anyone

Well, the busker one man band

knows the songs to sing

Knows that there is a string

To pull on anything

And the cameraman sweeps it all

A panoramic view

Always something new

To capture right on cue

But still

I shuffle on....

I see a different view

I hear a different song

But still

I shuffle on

I hear a different song

I see a different view

But still

I shuffle on

The journey has been long

Full of many songs

And points of view

But still I shuffle on

Still I shuffle on

Until it all fades away