How did we get here I swear I was winning, do you think you've the strength to move on?
If we head to the coast I've got friends there, we can stay until they move us on.

Your heart is good but your head's made of wood

You've carved a us a groove that has got us both spinning.
Do you think we can get back on track?
Are we still turning heads as we take on the Broadway?
Are we still chasing tails round the back?

Your heart is good but your head's made of wood

This isn't winning, not even close to the races.
We lost our poker faces one night at Hudson Bay
Then licked our wounds at the commodore rooms, the last night of our stay.
The last night of our stay.
We licked our wounds at the commodore rooms, the last night of our stay.

I've nothing to fall back on so I'll rest on your frame and I'll dream of a warmer time.
Before I got old and the cold took a hold, and before I swallowed your line.

Your heart is good but your head's made of wood

This isn't winning, not even close to the races.
We lost our poker faces one night at Hudson Bay
Then licked our wounds at the commodore rooms, the last night of our stay.
The last night of our stay.
We licked our wounds at the commodore rooms, the last night of our stay.

Your heart is good but your head's made of wood.

(David Myers 2017)