The first person folds The second person raises His eyes wander off For the card he chases The third person knows What her heart was chasing It wasn't the drugs That kept her heart racing We were waiting For the Jack of Hearts But the queen Was sitting at the top Luck comes and goes Running thin on patience She's roaming around For the next sensation She dances around Driving people crazy When no ones around Her love is never ending If my paintings could talk All of the stories Are written on the wall