The Cards
(Pedersen/Jacobsen)


 

listen to that burned out heart

Early morning freezin´ station
The whistles cutting though the air
and as the trains sets of
I´m bound for anywhere
Chilly window cools my forehead
I´m starring at eternal gray
Who cares if its north og south
as long as I´m on my way
Cutting to a different scene
Thinkin´bout what might have been

But that's not how the cards were delt
that's not the way you should have felt
not the way I planned it to be
you never loved me at all
Nothing but a dream made up
burning down my heart to stop
nothing is a dumb as a man
who can´t understand his call

I´m getting of at Mill Head Junction
any sort of place will do
never was a sheet so clean
never was a man so new
I checked in to Sylvies Motel
paying fourteen days advance
she tells me there´s a band tonight
and that she really loves to dance
Checkin´ if my boots are clean
smiling at what might have been

But that's not how the cards were delt
that's not the way you should have felt
not the way I planned it to be
you never loved me at all
Nothing but a dream made up
burning down my heart to stop
nothing is a dumb as a man
who can´t understand his call

Thinking ´bout what might have been
smiling at what might begin
you turn another page and everything looks new to you