There's a resolution
Caught you in the bar
Underneath the light
Highlighting all of the scars
I was in no position
But I was overjoyed

Hold on to the reins, it's getting profane
Onus ain't around, it's getting lame

Hazel, turn your cards up
Legs uncrossed, dealer spat you down
Honest, law-abiding
Do your best, come to be spat out
There's a resolution
Where you're the theatre star

Hold on to the reins, it's getting profane
Onus ain't around, it's getting lame

On another plane, uncoupled
Physical and dry, hiding from the rain