Tricks of the Trade

Was it love or recognition

That has healed this man's condition?

Oh, I'm hoping and wishing

That this bird won't fly awayAnd we can see life hand in hand

The green, the blue, the rock, the sand

And in our time and in our land

We'll savor every dayAnd oh, how our glory may fade

Fade, well, at least we've learned

Some things along the wayOh, you took me from my bubble

Knowing my defense was weak

And you sat there and you listened

Anytime I chose to speakOh, and you gather from my pleas to you

That I am but a clown

No fear only a hero can defeat

These demons nowAnd oh, how our glory may fade

Fade, well, at least we've learned

Some tricks of the tradeAnd as time shall inevitably move on

Well, at least we'll have four strong legs

To stand on to keep us alive