It ain't easy

watchin' 6 years 

slipping through my picket gate.

Like some wounded dog escapin'

through the hole in the kennel fence

The water's boiling, poached eggs waiting

The toast I notice - still on the plate

The queen of diamonds

lying face down

Your hidden message makes no sense

Whoever the new mystery man is

I've got to admit - he knows his business

You're reading me now

From the right to the left

And it's coming out just the way you might expect

Chinatown Calculation.

That's cool with no regrets.





The city seems so cold t'night

and I'm fighting the feeling that something's been lost

Cynical friends got their cynical bends

Their dialogue's on a single track

They say I'm sad 'cause the rube went walkin'

That's the price .. don't they know love costs?

Sometimes money but mostly the moments ..

That seem so much a part of the pact 



Chorus 



It ain't easy 

watchin' 6 years 

slipping through my picket gate

Like some wounded dog escapin'

through the hole in the kennel fence

I never saw that cold equation algebra behind your face

That wrote me off as a bad transaction

Your abacus spoke deadly sense