It's All in the Game / You Know What They're Writing About (Live)

Yeah

Yeah, this is hip

Many a tear has to fall

But it's all, it's all in the game

All in the wonderful game

That we know as love

You had words with him

And your future was looking dim

But these things your heart, oh, can rise above

(Once in a while he won't call)

(But it's all in the game)

Soon he would be there

With a small bouquet

And kiss your lips

And caress your waiting fingers

(And your heart will fly away)

John Allair on organ

[Part II: You Know What They're Writing About][Verse 1]

I don't wanna lose myself (But it's all in the game)

(I don't wanna lose myself)

I don't wanna lose myself (I don't wanna lose myself)

Make it real one more time again

(But it's all in the game)

Make it real one more time again

Real, real, real, real, real, real (But it's all in the game)

Real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real

Real, real, real, real, real, real (But it's all in the game)

Real, real, real, real, real, real, real, real

Make it real one more, one more time again

(But it's all in the game)

(But it's all in the game)

Meet me down by the pylons (But it's all in the game)

Meet me down by the pylons

By the pylons (But it's all in the game)

Meet me down one more time (Ow)

Meet me down by the pylons (But it's all in the game)

Meet me down one more time

(But it's all in the game)

And he will kiss your lips

And caress your waiting fingertips

(And your heart) And your heart

And your heart will fly away (Will fly away)

Fly away (Fly away)Thank you, thank you