i hear you saying something   we can think about it all day long   but i feel you saying something else   i'll admit, i may well be wrong   is it possible there's something there   we can't find just yet      like the sun behind a cloud   on a warm, moist autumn day   it still warms the earth   and gives off enough bright light   so we can see   all the beautiful colors that make up   the day      player, player, player   player play on   am i a player, player, player   for playing this song   my true intention in writing this song   may well be hidden from me   someday i hope i see      you're a man of many words though   you haven't cried in many years   you say it's a sign of weakness    to let others see your tears   it's okay, i guess, if you're not ready   to admit your fears      hey hippy, you evil liberal    bleeding heart, is what they say   i've come to grips with who i am   so i'm okay   words used as bullets fired from   a gun of hate      player, player, player   player play on   am i a player, player, player   for playing this song   my true intention in writing this song   may well be hidden from me   someday i hope i see