Cliché (2006 Remaster) - Todd Rundgren

One more game one more chance

One more orchestrated song and dance

Hed be up front and speak his peace

And ask for her time

To put their heads together

And try to make the knot unwind

And it strikes home that

It's time to make his move

Or its time to turn and walk away

So he plays that old clich

Silent tears bleeding heart

Well our prima donna plies her art

Defenses of defenses of faultless design

Still she's only asking him

To help her make the knot unwind

And if the very next words

Leaving her lips could decide

If hed go or if hed stay

She would play that old clich

Who makes up the rules for the world

Havent we been down this road before

Isnt anything peculiar here

Certainly there must be something more

Where are the words where are the words

Where are the words

Where are the words where are the words

Where are the words

And its almost not worth singing about

It seems so everyday anyway

Still we play that old clich

And here sit i one man show

I vivisect and then pretend to know

All it ever gets me is an ache in the mind

Can't somebody help me

To try to make the knot unwind

And I say what I say when I know

Theres really nothing left to say

Then I play that old clich

Throw away that old clich