Don't press too hard your advantage
For the ground that you figure you lost
For all this illusion of yardage
We both could be paying the cost
And I know just how wrong I can be
How many mistakes I have made
Just drop this indifference and see
That something is starting to fade
There's a thief in the game
Chipping daily by bits and by pieces
By shift and by shoving away
Any quantity slowly decreases
Like coming home late in the evening
And finding your latch has been sprung
It's obvious something is missing
Your positive you have been slung
And suddenly everything's different
Like the air and the light in the room
You're finding out just what they meant
By eating the atmosphere with a spoon
There's a thief in the game
Chipping daily by bits and by pieces
By shift and by shoving away
Any quantity slowly decreases