A Hard Game - Jordan Reyne

Hey over there — can you spare me what you’ve got

I’ll play what you want to hear — happy or sad.

Frozen hands or not

No I’m not from round here, people always ask that question

Please, if you stop and stare

Share at least your good suggestions

Oh there are so many lives to run away from

So won’t you tell me how to make something of my own

It’s a loaded game, you can’t take or leave

Hard hard, you’ve got to be

Hope and faith: vanities

Hard hard, and you tell me

How do the lonely see

Hard hard, I just step away

You with your insight — does it keep you warm?

Does it pacify?

Hard hard, oh

And for what it’s worth, it’s an iron lung

Hard hard, but it will help you breathe

You’ll fit or sink, my dear

Hard hard — there is no other way

Responsibility hard hard and it will stay

You with your frail light.

You’re a factory job, if you work it right

Hard hard oh

It’s a loaded gun, but it’s up to you

Far far be it from me to say

Use it as best you can

Cos you get one shot

It can go either way

Hard hard, oh