What Kind of Fool

What kind of fool is a man
To stand just as tall as he's able
Only show his winnin' hand
His losin' cards under the table?

And if dreamin' and believin'
Is his only plan
Tell me, what kind of fool is a man?

What kind of fool is a man
To take every heart he has broken?
Tenderly holdin' the hand
He lies with the words he has spoken

He's forsaken
And he'll take in all that he can
Tell me, what kind of fool is a man?

Is he tougher than diamonds?
Is he stronger than steel?
Is his heart full of silence?
If he's hurt, won't he heal?
Oh, and why can't he find words
To say what I feel?
Oh, is what he's afraid of for real?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

He might fumble with a few words
But the words won't suffice
You have taken his heart so
That he would lay down his life

What kind of fool is a man?