Tricks of the Trade

Was it love or recognition

That has healed this man's condition

Oh, I'm hoping and I'm wishing

That this bird won't fly away

And we can see life hand in hand

The green, the blue, the rough, the sand

And in our time and in our land

We'll savor everyday

And oh, how our glory may fade

Babe, well, at least we've learned

Some things along the way

Oh, you took me from my bubble

Knowing my defence was weak

And you sat there and you listened

Anytime I chose to speak

Oh, and you gather from my pleas to you

That I am but a clown

Now fear only a hero can defeat

These demons now

And oh, how our glory may fade

Babe, well, at least we've learned

Some tricks of the trade

And as time shall inevitably move on

Well at least we'll have four strong legs

To stand on, to keep us alive