Dire Straits / Mark Knopfler & trading

[darkhorse]

well it's a strange old game, you learn it slow

one step forward and it's back to go

you're standin' on the throttle, you're standin' on the brakes

in the groove 'til you make a mistake because...

sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug;
sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you're a fool in love
sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger baby, sometimes you're the ball;
sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you gonna lose it all

you gotta know happy, you gotta know glad

'cause you're gonna know lonely and you're gonna know bad

when you're rippin' and a ridin' and you're comin' on strong

you start slippin' and a slidin' and it all goes wrong, because

sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you're a fool in love
sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger baby, sometimes you're the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you gonna lose it all

one day you got the glory, then you got none

one day you're a diamond and then you're a stone

everything can change in the blink of an eye

so let the good times roll before we say goodbye, because...

sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug
sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you're a fool in love
sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger baby, sometimes you're the ball
sometimes it all comes together baby, sometimes you gonna lose it all

 

[chasinfla]

money for nuthin, chicks for free...

yeah, right. those days are <i>over</i>.

 

[darkhorse]

Originally posted by chasinfla

yeah, right. those days are <i>over</i>.

These tables are haunted
By the ghosts of Las Vegas
Their chips were once mountains
But they came here to play
They could take me if they wanted
But I have nothing worth counting

And like the sands of Nevada
They go drifting away

Lady Luck's still a mystery
With her head on my shoulder
And I don't know why
I still want her to dance
I guess that's all history
What it is, is I'm older
And I'm still a fool
For a one-way romance

Her dice were red rubies
They rolled and they tumbled
And I never saw time
Running out with my roll
And in a wasteland of cut glass
My dreams have all crumbled
And I've paid with whatever
I had left for a soul

Now the dawn's broken even
On an empty horizon
No reason for folding
No reason to stay

It's too soon to be leaving
Too late for criticizing
And the sands of Nevada
They go drifting away