Close To My Vest
Been traveling through this old world,
And I've picked up my pass,
To the oldest game on earth,
Where my luck won't run dry.
And it's been a lesson forged in sorrow,
A heartache of hits with every card of the draw.
And I'm playing it close to my vest,
This hellish game is my test,
For there's never a tomorrow that can't come today,
When your heart has no sorrow and you're settled either way.
A secret close to my vest,
Close to my vest.
And I'm a stranger to no one,
But a mystery to all,
I've weathered through each season,
To every cadence of fall.
And it's been an empty chord in solo,
A heartache of notes saying nothing at all.
And I'm playing it close to my vest,
This hellish game is my test,
For there's never a tomorrow that can't come today,
When your heart has no sorrow and you're settled either way.
A secret close to my vest,
Close to my vest.
(Bridge)
Behind every light and shadow passing my way,
Are another's teardrops finding the way.
A secret close to my vest,
Close to my vest.
(Lyrics to a song I wrote and recorded onto a CD)
Copyright © Thomas Hsi | Year Posted 2017
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