Written by Gerry Beckley, ©1979 Found on Silent Letter. We were dancin' in the middle We could hardly hold our heads up I think we had too much to drink I remember wondering what they'd think Da, da, da, da, da, da, da We were thinkin' 'bout the future We were trying not to laugh Then you made me cry instead I remember wishing I was dead Da, da, da, da, da, da, da No fortune pays for wounds like these It's been too long a time now please Just say you will, we can call it a day It's not as though we ain't sinned It's just a game we all play There was nothing to win Well I'm coming home lady I'm your homecoming man Trying hard to stand the rain Gettin' back on my feet again Da, da, da, da, da, da, da No fortune pays for wounds like these It's been too long a time now please Just say you will, we can call it a day It's not as though we ain't sinned It's just a game we all play There was nothing to win Da, da, da, da, da, da, da No fortune pays for wounds like these It's been too long a time now please Just say you will, we can call it a day It's not as though we ain't sinned It's just a game we all play There was nothing to win Da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da, da, da, da
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