I looked for love in all the wrong faces and crooked slivers for awhile

Finally I was ready to meet you at the water but you never came by, ah, ah

Aren't you tired of being a victim to circumstance?

Oh Why?

It'll be different in a different time

Maybe I'll have a winning hand

Did you read the letters that I wrote but never sent because at what, at what cost?

These lines on my face mark the passing of time

Oh my love never dies

I want to say that I am better I'm not bitter anymore

Oh I, I

It'll be different in a different time

Maybe I'll have a winning hand

Maybe I'll have a winning hand

Maybe I'll have a winning hand