Some New Day

You won’t catch the gambler crying
And you won’t hear his tales of woe
Because he hides them in his satchel
Where no-one else can see or go

On he rambles round the world
Chasing hands that turn to dust
On he gambles round the clock
Chasing pots that rot to rust

But he knows it’s just a time game
Till the river flows his way
So he looks out for the morning
And the dawn of some new day

He’s been close a hundred times now
And watched his dreams go up in smoke
Countless hours at the tables
Countless hearts both won and broke

As he slides out of her window
it’s time for Jack to Hit The Road
He leaves behind his love in letters
And forgets all he has owed

But he knows it’s just a time game
Till the river flows his way
So he looks out for the morning
And the dawn of some new day