Lyrics
When we play these games
I know one of us will feel the hurt
But what else is there to entertain us in this
Winter city girl?
You've got your friends
I guess I've got my friends too
But that is different to making love in the middle of the afternoon
When you left I waited in the desert of my mind
Of which is now an oasis of the tears I could not hide
I'm so alone
With my family on the phone
I'm poor as hell
With my shelter and my good health
So I'm doing fine
With my book and my drink
And I'll walk that line
To what the future brings