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.