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I’ve been almost everywhere, trying to find a heart like mine.
I’d like to be in another place and in another time.
All that I need is someone who needs me,
And who cares about what I think and do.
So I can stop wishing myself away:
That’s all that I need.
Every time I think it’s real, and this time the magic might remain,
But it’s not too long before I fade away and I’m invisible again.
All that I need is someone who needs me,
Who really likes having me around.
And I can stop wishing my life away:
That’s all that I need.
Acting in a play where I don’t belong, I keep forgetting all my lines.
The time is right for me to leave the stage one more time…
All that I need is someone who needs me,
Who makes me feel better when I’m blue:
So I can stop wishing myself away,
That’s all that I need.
All that I need is someone who needs me,
Who says ‘How you doing?’ now and then.
And I can stop wishing my life away:
That’s all that I need.
She came out West to join her childhood sweetheart,
With her finest dress and a heart full of dreams.
But he wasn’t there to meet her at the station
When the train pulled in from Abilene.
The sheriff took her arm, ‘told her the story,
How her man had crossed a gambler and paid the price.
But he’d take her to a house where she could find herself right at home
With fine ladies that men always treated nice.
She became a dance hall queen.
The prettiest thing they’d ever seen.
And no matter how times got rough she never forgot her first love,
But the prairie rose had become a soiled dove.
But the prairie rose had become a soiled dove.
Threads of scarlet and gold seem to tie her down,
If only she could break free and make a new start.
She writes a letter home every Sunday;
If they knew the truth it would break their hearts.
“When the winter snows have melted on the open range,
I’ll try to come home and see you all next year.
I enclose a few dollars and lots of kisses.”
She hopes they don’t see her letter was sealed with tears.
She became a dance hall queen.
The prettiest thing they’d ever seen.
And no matter how times got rough she never forgot her first love,
But the prairie rose had become a soiled dove.
But the prairie rose had become a soiled dove.
But the prairie rose had become a soiled dove.
Every day I lose someone who was part of my life.
And my heart is gripped by a hand made of ice.
‘Cos when all’s said and done, it’s just a throw of the dice.
My appointment with my maker is coming into sight.
It’s funny and hopeless how we all put up a fight.
When our exact place in the line is just a throw of the dice.
And all I’ve got is memories of the days I spent before,
Back when my life was simple and I never needed more.
I don’t know how I wandered so many miles from the shore.
Well, you make it all, then lose it all; there’s always a price.
Try and keep hold of what is real, if you take my advice.
Don’t make too many plans; it’s just a throw of the dice.
And fate can be so unkind when she throws the dice…
There’s no reason or rhyme, just a throw of the dice…
And you can’t choose your time … it’s just a throw of the dice.
In order to be flexible we formed The Rubber Band:
A bunch of part time hopefuls with ambition and a van.
The field was really open then, the newness you could feel,
The sense of possibility, a future that was real.
A party here, a venue there, we worked real hard to do
The weekly boring job, but at the weekend what was true.
We mustered our convictions, ‘thought we’d been dealt a winning hand,
But the house it wasn’t paying out and we didn’t understand.
The Rubber Band, The Rubber Band, it never did bounce back,
Did we ask too much? Just run out of luck? But it’s dead and that’s a fact.
The Rubber Band, The Rubber Band, it perished like our dreams.
And today it’s gone and we’ve all moved on, but we know what music means.
Our dedication paid off when a contract seemed in sight;
Reward for all the work we’d done, those miles and those late nights.
But this was smoke and mirrors, a false opportunity.
Hopes dashed for half The Rubber Band against a roadside tree.
We bore our loss but what a cost, the magic it was gone.
Then reality took hold of us and silenced our song.
We joined the ranks of wage slaves and our life was dull and bland,
But our memories always pull us back to the days of The Rubber Band.
The Rubber Band, The Rubber Band, it never did bounce back,
Did we ask too much? Just run out of luck? But it’s dead and that’s a fact.
I take stock of the life I made, not bad I have to say,
And the part played by The Rubber Band made me what I am today.
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