Secrets - Steve Winwood

It’s hot down on the borderline

Running guns, he’s just killing time

He keeps his back against the wall

Never trust your friends in crime

He’s the quiet kind

Doesn’t need a plan

You can’t read his mind

He’s a secret man, talking 'bout the man

You drink Mojitos with the boys

Smile as if you know what they know

You show them all your pretty toys

Make a deal, don’t make a show

He’s the ace of spies

With a golden hand

You can’t read his eyes

'Cause he’s a secret man

He’s the quiet kind

Doesn’t need a plan

Can’t read his mind at all

He’s a secret man, talking 'bout the man

He’s the ace of spies

With a golden hand

You can’t read his eyes

'Cause he’s a secret man

He’s the quiet kind

Doesn’t need a plan

Can’t read his mind at all

He’s a secret man, talking 'bout the man

Tell me no secrets

I tell you no lies

Tell me no secrets

I tell you no lies

Tell me no secrets

I tell you no lies

Tell me no secrets

I tell you no lies