You got your trouble, I got my own
And look how it takes to the warmth of your home
You can’t wait you're all ready to go
Out in the cold wind, out in the snow

There’s cards on the table, cards in your hand
Some people take more, I’m gonna stand
The bent edge of the diamond queen
Just slipped out from inside your open sleeve

Waiting a long time, possibly still
For what few find, most never will
Waiting to find what sets you free
Until then, what needs must be

What more, yeah what more
They ask is there
And I tell myself
No need to care

Waiting a long time, possibly still
For what few find, most never will
Waiting to find what sets you free
Until then, what needs must be