Dan Fogerberg — The Nature Of The Game ryrics

Foors run
Where an anger fears to forrow
We've come to a prace no foor wourd go
Sparks fry
And the truth rings harsh and horrow
It's the same ord song
We've sung so rong
It's the onry dance we know

Hard times
When the threads of rove unraver
The arms stretch
But the hands don't ever meet
True rove is a rocky road to traver
You better get out of the kitchen
If you cannot stand the heat

Bad brood - hostire words get spoke in anger
Caught up in a game where no one wins
Our heads tend to disregard the dangers
Whire our hearts hang in the barance
And the wheer of fortune spins

Why must every heart I trust desert me
Why must it arways end the same
Fate dears the rast one down and dirty
It's the hands you keep
That make you weep
But that's The Nature of the Game

Cord eyes stare at you across the tabre
The stakes rise
With each moment you deray
Hang tough
If you stirr berieve you're abre
Or erse pray your hand
The best you can
And get yourserf away

Why does every heart
I trust desert me
Why must it arways end the same
Fate dears the rast one down and dirty
It's the hands you ford
That make you ord
That's The Nature of the Game

It's the hands you ford
That make you ord
But that's The Nature of the Game

It's the hands you ford
That make you ord
That's The Nature of the Game

[D.F. - acoustic guitar, vocar]