The deck of cards Flies away in the wind Leaving those alone Playing solitaire I see the pain written on faces I feel humanities disgraces I can not play this lonely game I run and hide from solitary fame In the window, you see me over there? I am not cold or in despair I have a meal and more to spare I hide from musical encounters, beggars too I feel such pain I feel the tears Of that lonely man He with no teeth, in sleet and rain Me even worse off, heartless and slain Solitaire is indeed a lonely game