There was a man, a lonely man, who lost his love through his indifference.A heart that cared, that went unshared, until it died in his silence.Silence.Silence.A heart that says the only game in town, and every road that takes him, takes him down.And by himself it's easy to pretend, he'll never love again.And keeping to himself, he plays the game.Without love it always ends the same, while life goes on around him everywhere.He's playing solitaire, another day.A lonely day.So much to say, it goes unspoken.And through the night.His sleepless night.His eyes are closedHis heart is brokenAnd solitude's the only game in townAnd every road that takes himTakes him downBy himself it's easy to pretendShe's coming back againAnd keeping to himselfHe plays the gameWithout her loveIt always ends the sameWhile life goes onaround himAround him everywhereHe's playing solitaireA little holeGoes up in smokeJust how it goesGoes without sayingSolitaireAnd by himself it's easy to pretendHe'll never love againKeeping to himselfHe plays the gameWithout her loveIt always ends the sameWhile life goes onAround him everywhereHe's playing solitaireYeahYeahSolitaireYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeahYeah