No matter who is dealing It's pretty much the same Even when you're losing You're still playing the game
And some will call your bluff Some will call themselves friends Some who don't need you Never call you again
They tell me all my friends are going to be strangers They'll come as they have gone All my friends are going to be strangers Travellin' on, travellin' on
Temporary heroes With their pockets full of fame In search of perfect women With straight teeth and no last names
Who come on dressed in hunger Looking for someone to bleed Longing for a lover Whose love is like their need
And though you are a stranger You'll always be a friend We're travelers on a highway We may never ride again
I often smile and wonder What each of us will do We might get rich and famous We could end up being strangers, tooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
