If open up my eyes I might catch a ghost In the palms through the smoke Blackjack and whiskey on my mind When a love has aged In a world turned strange It would still remain Bound to our own beyond Can I turn back the turnstile? And parachute us back To the paradise we left Like forcing a cloud into a glass When you earn your wage in a ruthless trade That you bleed and drain There at the slots in the stars When our souls derange in a golden cage And the birds of prey Fly 'round our cards When you can't retain What you've lost and gained And we're almost the same Playing the games that we lost