Although life is a serious game Was it I who played wrong? Do I belong to the small few Who get lost in the race Who still seem to pretend When their daydream ends It seems you've still got that old hold on me I just can't seem to somehow set myself free I'm in theis crazy turn around circle Closing in on me, oh, honey 'Til I can't seem to see How is it strength and will Are things that befriend? Why is it on such things That love must depend? When we find we're alone and we're broken Left beyond a friend, oh, honey Don't we need love then? Although life is a serious game Was it I who played wrong? Do I belong to the small few Who get lost in the race Who still seem to pretend When their daydream ends..
