If I sing on the dotted line Would you think: "Now this soul is mine" When you see that it's not for sale Will you weep for a love that's failed? Out of cards, out of line Out of chips in your hand this time Out of ways, to amend Out of hope - now this has to end No way out - there's no going back Nothing left but an empty sack Of a trust that was once in place But its gone - memory erased Out of cards, out of line Out of chips in your hand this time Lost the taste, for this hell Time to go - but I wish you well Gotta end the game - don't lay the blame On the back of the newly departed Gone and lost control - its time to go Had enough of the games that you started