Cliché

[Verse 1]
One more game, one more chance
One more orchestrated song and dance
He'd be up front and speak his piece and ask for her time
To put their heads together and try to make the knot unwind

[Chorus 1]
And it strikes home that it's time to make his move or it's time to turn and walk away
So he plays that old cliché

[Verse 2]
Silent tears, bleeding heart
Well our prima donna plies her art
Defenses of defenses of faultless design
Still she's only asking him to help her make the knot unwind

[Chorus 2]
And if the very next words leaving her lips could decide if he'd go or if he'd stay
She would play that old cliché

[Bridge]
Who makes up the rules for the world?
Haven't we been down this road before?
Isn't anything peculiar here?
Certainly there must be something more

[Verse 3]
Where are the words, where are the words
Where are the words
Where are the words, where are the words
Where are the words

[Chorus 3]
And it's almost not worth singing about, it seems so everyday anyway
Still we play that old cliché

[Instrumental - Solo piano]

[Verse 4]
And here sit I, one man show
I vivisect and then pretend to know
All it ever gets me is an ache in the mind
Can't somebody help me to try to make the knot unwind

[Chorus 4 - Outro]
And I say what I say when I know there's really nothing left to say
Then I play that old cliché
Throw away that old cliché