There is a man who cares a lot,
fightin' fair for all he's got.
Virtues in the way he holds,
so tightly to the life he molds.
he struggles to gain all they need.
But something in him longs for more,
he twists the knife right to the core.
If he could say what yearning is,
he works to fill all needs but his, his blind and hard -won
pride is chased by shame, oh,
he who learns the rules might lose the game.
A woman makes a choice to build,
gives herself to child and man, trying hard to understand
how they break and how they mend.
But her lips once kissed in red,
are drained of color, dull and dead.
She has no time to long for more,
but life seems harsh and pleasure's poor.
If she could save for what she earns,
she works to fill all needs but hers.
She followed all the rules
Life is really what it seems,
the dealer's workin' his own schemes
The one who risks his heart will
Aimed hope on their only child
Who turns against them, runs away
Scornful of the price they pay
So they sit and count their fears,
paupers in their golden years
The demon rears his double head,
should have done and should have said
Now they know what yearning is,
their work has somehow led to this
And all their earnest pride
They played by all the rules
Yeah, their blind and hard -won
Oh, he who learns the rules might lose
