False endings lead false hope Threefold amen, holy smokes Just when you think summer's on the ropes Moving shadows, friendly ghosts Scared of going home alone Mirrors & smoke The oldest joke is getting old Call him out, call him in Call him wild, wild is the wind And just when you think that you've got him pinned He'll turn it back on you, turn, turn again Running at a loss, losing Oh I been playing the martingale Held on too long, had to fail But even if I broke even Would I fold and leave, then?