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 rock, the sand
And in our time and in our land, we'll savour every day

Oh how our glory may fade
Fade, well at least we've learned some things along the way

Oh you took me from my bubble knowing my defense was weak

And you sat there and you listened anytime I chose to speak

Oh, and you gathered from my pleas to you that I am but a clown
No fear only a hero can defeat these demons now

And oh how our glory may fade
Baby, 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