Player, Play On

i hear you saying something
we can think about it all day long
but i feel you saying something else
i'll admit, i may well be wrong
is it possible there's something there
we can't find just yet

like the sun behind a cloud
on a warm, moist autumn day
it still warms the earth
and gives off enough bright light
so we can see
all the beautiful colors that make up
the day

player, player, player
player play on
am i a player, player, player
for playing this song
my true intention in writing this song
may well be hidden from me
someday i hope i see

you're a man of many words though
you haven't cried in many years
you say it's a sign of weakness
to let others see your tears
it's okay, i guess, if you're not ready
to admit your fears

hey hippy, you evil liberal
bleeding heart, is what they say
i've come to grips with who i am
so i'm okay
words used as bullets fired from
a gun of hate

player, player, player
player play on
am i a player, player, player
for playing this song
my true intention in writing this song
may well be hidden from me
someday i hope i see