On a rusty day he waits for the south bound train

Marked with a flush of fear on a face of shame
It was just six hours ago that he left the scene
The work of a perfect score and a bag of green
Card to play

Across the station an old man sits
With the look of a thousand days on a wind scorn lip
He said son I read your eyes like a book
Its been twelve years since that same train I took
Card to play

See I laced my heart with the gold I stole
And I walked a line to the devil's soul
I sit here now you see torn a fray
And I have nothing left but the card I played
The card I played

 (C) (P) 2004 Matt Vucic. All Rights Reserved. Music & Lyrics by Matt Vucic. From the 2005 release The Bull and I.