They robbed an answer from the pockets of The good old days. It was simple yp to then. Now I hold the fire in a worried way. I guard the fire from the wind. I like to tell you that you're pretty, It warms your face. And I am a winner Every time. Don't break my heart With your common sense, Don't throw my heart Against the wind. I wasn't worried about it, But I watch it Closer now. I wasn't worried about it at all. I wait for the moment And I wait For the moment's cue, And I do the best that I can. With my bellows out And a comic grace I rob the pockets of our good old days. I wasn't worried about it, But I watch it Closer now. I wasn't worried about it at all.