Shaun was ten when he made a pledge not to show his dying face.    He remembers too well that day, people dressed for the wake.   Now he sails the seas. Old man   I guess he’s tired to see his two mast blowing slow on the waves.   An accident? I don’t know.   But no one will ever see his dying face      Jane was waiting for her first show.   She slipped and broke a leg.    She kept crying for many days but we know there’s a design.      Jane knows this makes no sense, she won’t play.    Jane knows this makes no sense, she won’t play.    Show your hidden cards it is time!    You have got to be aware of traps on the way.       So, if they had looked under their skin, and inside their bleeding hearts,   they’d have found:    the gambling house of their dreams, the child they’d never forgot.   Deep inside they know that chance is a fine game to play       She just said I’m with child,    Joe thought with eyes tightly shut about that night.   Then tried to apologize,    but while he was trying, a strange joy inside him rose.   Let this joy rise and open your eyes wide,    you want this child Joe, don’t be so blind.   Let him come to you, you want him it’s true, let truth come to you, not self lies.   They don’t know that life is so full of contradictions.      Nobody will ever shed a tear over their dime stories, they should know this.   Nobody would ever believe their complicated motives.   They’d have known that:   Nobody will ever shed a tear over their dime stories, they should know this.   Nobody would ever believe their complicated motives.   They’d have known that.      So, if they had looked under their skin, and inside their bleeding hearts,   they’d have found:    the gambling house of their dreams, the child they’d never forgot.   Deep inside they know that chance is a fine game to play       Shaun was ten when he made a pledge not to show his dying face.    Free now he sails the skies unmasked, maybe there’s a design.