Sharp Game

The table is green,

the dealer is cold He thinks I am buying the lies that

he sold But I see the mark on the back of the

jack I’m taking my coat and I’m not coming back

(oh yeah)

I know the trick,

I know the game

You keep the cards,

I take the fame

With aces in my pocket,

I walk into the rain

The streetlights are high,

the pavement is wet You’re looking for money I didn’t owe yet

A gentleman leaves before things fall apart With a hand full of

gold and a very cold heart

And the shadows are long But the timing was right

(so right)

We are slipping away in the dark of the night

I know the trick,

I know the game You keep the cards,

I take the fame

With aces in my pocket,

I walk into the rain

(bye bye)