Don't be alarmed by all the days swept by the fog
In time you'll realize those days are long
Gone away, all the memories will fade
You're in the streets without a name, a shadow in the dawn
Step to the bar, drink all the whiskey from the jar
A little more can't hurt at all
Behind the glass the cards have hit the table fast
Step right up and take a chance
The dealer stands amused, all the tricks he could've used
Been dealt another situation
Glance at your cards for a second time
Sitting pretty on a pair of aces
Throw them away, give it up to chance
No need to fold - the hand is yours, and yours alone
And in a way you call it home
Don't be alarmed, when it's clear you'll feel the fog
A little more can't hurt at all
The dealer stands confused, all the tricks he could've used
Been dealt another situation
Glance at your cards for a second time
Sitting pretty on a pair of aces
Throw them away, give it up to chance
Sitting pretty on a pair of aces
Throw them away, give it up to chance
Sitting pretty on a pair of aces
Throw them away, give it up to chance