Fool - Mick Flannery

I see you running with your friends

I don’t know why it comes to mind

I think of you before our time

You go all happy on your way

Out at night to meet the boys

Neon lights and heady noise

And what’d you reckon, baby?

Did it cut it?

Did it work?

Or did pretty boys and pretty words bring more trouble than they’re worth?

And now another asking for your hand

You don’t know if you have it in your heart to roll the dice again

I’d rather be the fool

You’d know it if it’s true

Betting all and win or lose

I’m all down to you

I’d rather be the fool

I love you for all that you’ve fought

I love you for your bitter twist

Your gentle hand, your hopeless kiss

Oh, I look into your eyes

I read your mind and I can tell

It’s me that’s being read very well

What you reckon, baby?

Anybody put to words

Or draw it up in someones mind

How it feels when we lock eyes?

And now another asking for your hand

You don’t know if you have it in your heart to roll the dice again

I’d rather be the fool

You’d know it if it’s true

Betting all and win or lose

I’m all down to you

I’d rather be the fool

I tell myself I wish I’d met you sooner in the game

That our hearts still are soothing and our love would play the same

But I don’t know, babe, might I shouldn’t say

I cannot time the light, I cannot time the pain

I’d rather be the fool

You’d know it if it’s true

Betting all and win or lose

I’m all down to you

I’d rather be the fool