A young man is a player
Becoming master at the game
He soon grows old and weary
Girls don’t look at him the same

It’s then that he goes a hunting
He says it’s with his heart
But it’s a different meat he is seeking
As the game becomes an art

For that thing that he needs most
Is A love to lean upon
But when adoring eyes cast upon him
Like him his chance was gone

Now he seeks a certain softness
I love to lighten the way
But in his youth and foolishness
He gave his chance away