Rules of the Game
Time waits for no man
And for a woman, it won't stand still
Swimming backwards in the tide of life
Like a fool on the hill
Waiting patiently by the phone that never rings
Your heart is breaking every time Sinatra sings
Close your eyes and try to dream of other things

'C'est la vie' and 'come what may'
Or whatever it is they say
It's all in the rules of the game

Abigail's singing softly
At the usual rendezvous
Seven twenty-five on the M16
She knows just what to do
Fingers glide across a shiny steering wheel
Check the rear view mirror, hoping to appeal?
Write yourself a letter, asking how you feel?

'C'est la vie' and 'come what may'
Or whatever it is they say
It's all in the rules of the game
Waiting patiently by the phone that never rings
Your heart is breaking every time Sinatra sings
Close your eyes and try to dream of other things

'C'est la vie' and 'come what may'
Or whatever it is they say
It's all in the rules of the games that people play
It's all in the rules of the game