Written by R. Lombard



Good friend

Fake a joke, fake a laugh

Give a grimace for me

Oh, how it’s been so long


Sit down

Take your shoes off

Wouldn’t wanna know where you been

How did we get along?


We play the game so well

We’re lost but none can tell

Let’s dance sweet pantomime

We learn to bow and act

The strings weave down my back

Good friend, you are too kind


They said

Time would move on

We would learn to keep our distance

They said a lot of things



I could almost hear words come from your lips

But I hear a lot of things


Show me your true colors, brother,

What do you got to say?

Every man alive just plays his game