Anathema

There was a man,
a lonely man
Who lost his love,
thru his indifference
A heart that cared
that went unshared
Until it died
within his silence

And solitaire is the only game in town
And every road that takes him,
takes him down
While life goes on around him everywhere
He's playing solitaire

And keeping to himself, begins to deal
And still the king of hearts is well concealed
Another losing games comes to an end
And deals them out again

A little hope goes up in smoke
Just how it goes, goes without saying
There was a man, a lonely man
Who would command the hand he's playing