There was a man . . .
A lonely man.
Who lost his love . . .
Through his indifference.
A heart that cared . . .
That went unshared.
Until it died . . .
Within his silence.
And . . . solitare's the only game in town.
And every road that takes him . . .
Takes him down.
And by himself . . . it's easy to pretend . . .
He'll never love again.
And keeping to himself . . .
He plays the game.
Without her love . . .
It always ends the same.
While life goes on around him everywhere . . .
He's playing solitaire.
A little hope . . .
Goes up in smoke.
Just how it goes . . .
Goes without saying.
There was a man . . .
A lonely man.
Who would command . . .
The hand he's playing.
And . . . solitare's the only game in town.
And every road that takes him . . . takes him down.
And by himself it's easy to pretend . . .
He'll never love again.
And keeping to himself . . .
He plays the game.
Without her love . . .
It always ends the same.
While life goes on around him everywhere . . .
He's playing solitaire.
And . . . solitare's the only game in town.
And every road that takes him . . . takes him down.
While life goes on around him everywhere . . .
He's . . . playing . . . solitaire.
