Words Without Music

Short look @ life

It's funny, or maybe not, the things we do,
when we are young.
We can journy through our life, and smile with out a care,
Never looking in the rear view mirror,
to see the damage that is there.

It's funny, or maybe not, the things we know,
as we grow old.
We look back at last, to view our past,to see what we will find there, and when we see what we have done, it's then we start to care.

Playing Games.

I am just a little man, I have no high ideals, I work my way to earn my pay, so I never have to steal.
So many jobs of work I've done, I can still recall them all, and I am but a simple man, no pretence at all.

So don't play games with me, my dear, I am not a child, say the words you have to say, even if it is "Goodbye"

A common working man I am, though a soldier I have been,
I joined up just to get away, with no thought for the Queen.
Sure I write some lyrics, poetry and things,
but I do it for the pleasure and the memories it brings.

So don't play games with me, my dear, I am not a child, say the words you have to say, even if it is "Goodbye"

I may have caused you pain, Though I never meant to, that's no lie, I hope that you can understand, I hope that you will try. If not, then all's said and done, there's nothing left to say, except, of course, "Goodbye", and to go our seprate ways

So don't play games with me, my dear, I am not a child, say the words you have to say, even if it is "Goodbye"