Tricks Of The Trade
Was it love or recognition that hasHealed this man's conditionI'm hoping and I'm wishing thatThis bird won't fly awayWe can see life hand in hand,The green, the blue, the rough, the sandAnd in our time and in our landWe'll savor everyday
And oh, how our glory may fade,At least we've learnedSome things along the way
You took me from my bubbleKnowing my defense was weakAnd you sat there and you listenedAny time I chose to speakYou gathered from my pleas toYou that I am but a clownAnd I fear only a hero can defeatThese demons now
And oh, how our glory may fade,At least we've learned someTricks of trade
And as time shall inevitably move on,Oh well, at least we'll have four strongLegs to stand onTo keep us alive...