The Game Goes On

You answered love with love once more —
So little were we ever lent.
The rings you wore were painted gold,
And under paint the promises went.

A priceless thing was put at stake,
As life so often will ordain.
One wrong move, one ill-timed break —
And joy set sail for someone's gain.

The game goes on from age to age,
We stumble through the same old story.
Man plays his part upon the stage,
And fate plays man, and takes the glory.

The world went dark before my eyes,
Veiled by the ghost of your sweet face.
Your quiet hands, your quiet sighs,
Each movement, every shift of grace.

You are so madly, wildly fair,
You deal the cards and walk away.
Your heart laid open, raw and bare —
A chip you never meant to play.


The game goes on from age to age,
We stumble through the same old story.
Man plays his part upon the stage,
And fate plays man, and takes the glory.


Fate and doom have led you through,
Dealing life's cards, fearless and bold.
And there's no guilt in you — it's true:
That love was more than you could hold.


The game goes on from age to age,
We learn the lines, we know the story.
Man plays his part upon the stage —
And fate takes man, and takes the glory.
Fate plays the man — and never lets him break.