Из альбома: Best of the Outlaws: Green Grass and High Tides
My life is changing; the seasons seem to come and go
Too fast for me to remember who I am, I myself
The crowds and faces, the times and places I don't know
I am just the player, you are the show
You are the show
You are the show
You are the show
An honest man with a dealer's hand, he played to lose
No signs of fortune, no lucky lady by his side, his heart cried
A game of chance and a lost romance is found once more
We're just the players; you are the show
You are the show
You are the show
You are the show
You are the show
You are the show
You are the show
You are the show
You are the show
You are the show