Woorden: Dan Fogelberg. False Faces.

Oil on canvas, couplets and stanzas
To divine who you are
Pencil portrayals and jealous betrayals
Get you further afar

False faces and meaningless chases
I travel alone
First places and calendar races
I need a home

Hostile hotel walls, footfalls and phone calls
And you're on the line
Gentle coercions and bitter desertions
When the truth is a lie

False faces and meaningless chases
I travel alone
First places and calendar races
I need a home

Lover twice yearly, that last battle nearly
Cost me a fight
Broke through the ice and got cut down to size
And escaped through the night

False faces and meaningless chases
I travel alone
First places and calendar races
I need a home