Tricks of the Trade

Well I looked for recognition

That would heal this man's condition

Oh! I'm hoping and I'm wishing

That this bird wont fly away

We can see life hand in hand

The green the blue, the rough, the sand

And in our time and in our land

We'll savour every day

Though our glory may fade, babe,

Well, at least we learned some things along the way

Oh! You took me from my bubble

When my defence was weak

And you sat there and you listened

Anytime I chose to speak

Oh! And you gathered from my pleas to you

That I am but a clown

And I fear only a hero

Can defeat these demons now

And oh! How our glory may fade, babe,

Well, at least we learned some tricks of the trade

And as time shall inevitably move on

Hmm, well, at least we'll have

Four strong legs to stand on

To keep us alive