Running hard, anyway, that is the luck you crave, they don’t believe it now, they just think it’s stupid
So God, anything, anyone, could have done, who would have cared at all, not you

Another heart has made the trade, forget it, forget it, forget it

We don’t understand how a heart is a spade, but somehow a vital connection is made

Instrumental

Running hard, anything, anything’s, good enough, who would have brought it on someone like you
Just as they brought me round, now that they’ve brought you down, roundabout and roundabout, who wants a life anyway

Another heart has made the grade, forget it, forget it, forget it

We don’t understand how a lost heart is played, but somehow a vital connection is made