Текст Dan Fogelberg – The Nature Of The Game

Fools run
Where an angel fears to follow
We’ve come to a place no fool would go
Sparks fly

Hard times
When the threads of love unravel
The arms stretch
But the hands don’t ever meet
True love is a rocky road to travel
You better get out of the kitchen
If you cannot stand the heat

Bad blood — hostile words get spoke in anger
Caught up in a game where no one wins
Our heads tend to disregard the dangers
While our hearts hang in the balance
And the wheel of fortune spins

Why must every heart I trust desert me
Why must it always end the same
Fate deals the last one down and dirty
It’s the hands you keep
That make you weep
But that’s The Nature of the Game

Cold eyes stare at you across the table
The stakes rise
With each moment you delay
Hang tough

Why does every heart
I trust desert me
Why must it always end the same
Fate deals the last one down and dirty
It’s the hands you fold
That make you old
That’s The Nature of the Game

It’s the hands you fold
That make you old
But that’s The Nature of the Game

It’s the hands you fold
That make you old
That’s The Nature of the Game