Games We Play

You can't put a finger on what you have to believe
When her hand is in your lap
it brings up the games we play,
as i walk out the door to leave
in my hand my worn and battered cap
it is all i can do, that little prayer.

i carry my battered heart in a broken body
eyes that have lost their sparkle
and a tongue that bites with an evil twang,
and you cant put a finger on what you believe.
the song that was sang
under a moonlit sky,
while speaking softly under her breath
it cant be a realistic death.
i wonder if the devil knows that we lie
about the games we need to play.....

so steadfast i stand
all that twirling emotion
packed away like a magic potion,
blowing sands
hit my mind like flying geese
and you cant put a finger on what you believe.

i loved you like a sailor on the sea
a bird in the sky
and you broke my heart
with your hand in my lap
and those games that you had to play.

So here I say my final good-byes
no longing, no sadness
no more emotional intent
because you can't put your finger on what you believe.