THE SAME OLD GAME
(as time moves on a twisting world goes round)
The sun comes down
just like the rain does
bouncing off my window pane

time moves on a twisting world goes round
echoing yesterday with
a new resound
(as time moves on a twisting world goes round)
The day begins just as
as it ends with a
darkness that’s the same
at both ends

the day moves on a twisting world goes round
echoing just yesterday but with
a new resound

(does it really ever change more than the names and faces)
The rain falls fast upon
dancing on the pathway
as the leaves dance upon the breeze

does it really ever change
more than names and the faces
do things feel the same different
People playing the game
(same old game)

(as time moves on a twisting world goes round)
The day begins just as
as it ends with a
darkness that’s the
same at both ends

time moves on a twisting world goes round and round
echoing yesterday with
a new resound

(does it really ever change more than names and the faces)

does it really ever change
more than names and the faces
do things feel the same different
People playing the same old game
(a new resound)