The Will Callers house of falling cards

Money on the table, can it fit in my palm
Red or green velvet, I've played them all
Dealer shoots a cold glance over my way
Pit boss is glaring, maybe not today
Getting tired of living in a house of falling cards
Cashed in my chips
And retired to my room
Laid down to rest not a moment too soon
It's not the stress that's begun to take its toll
It's the grip that all this trouble has on my soul
Getting tired of living in a house of falling cards
And I thought I'd never have to worry
I thought I'd make it out alive
Brought up in light but shown a darker path
Spent all my looking at the better half
If I could go back, I don't know that I would
I never really did those things I knew I should
Getting tired of living in a house of falling cards
Getting tired of living in a house of falling cards
Getting tired of living in a house of falling cards