You know the tricks of the trade

You can hit the soft spots at the center

Dish it out and take it back

Riding on the wave of your pompous ways

But I know that sooner or later

You'll have to wring your lovely hands in dismay

You'll go back to the board room

Add the numbers up and turn the page at the end of the day

Where were you at the bleakest of moments?

Where were you at the hint of success?

When through the window of opportunity came

The glimmer of a day in the sun

Glimmer of a day in the sun

You took the canvas of a life

Torn with the wind and the loss could still pull you along

Pocketing images one by one

Of the past, toward your future,