Frank Wildhorn, Jack Murphy and Ivan Menchell - Playing His Game Lyrics

[Light]
Time to rethink
And begin
With a brand new game plan
Margin for error is slim

[L]
He's on the brink
He can win
I can't use the same plan
Time to start thinking like him

[Light]
What would I do if I got inside his head?
[L]
Thought like him instead?
[Light]
Could it be
[L]
Possibly

[Light, L]
I'll catch him when
I look through his eyes
See what he sees
And then improvise
Until I can learn what puts him at ease
I'll walk in his shoes
As long as it takes
Till deep in my bones
I'm sure he's
One and the same as the me who is playing his game

[Verse 2]
What does he do
Late at night
When the world is sleeping
Does he see pixels, not dreams

[L]
Hard to be true
Always right
All that promise keeping
Harder I'm sure than it seems

[Light]
How would it be if I saw the world like him?
[L]
Like a synonym
[Light]
Bit by bit
[L]
Wit by wit

[Light, L]
Catch him, I win
I'll mimic his will
And learn his routines
And feel the same thrill
Whenever my end is served by his means
I'll walk in his shoes
As long as it takes
Till deep in my bones
I'm sure he is
One and the same as the me who is playing his game


[L]
Steady
I must be ever so careful
Don't move until you are ready
He will be careful too

[Light]
Know it
Always stay calm and collected
Don't lose your cool or you'll blow it
Then he will unravel you

[Light & L]
Get into his head
And under his skin
The things that he said
The food that he likes
The places he's been
I'll look through his eyes
And see what he sees
Till I see the forest, not just the trees
I'll mimic his will
And learn his routines
And feel the same thrill and know what it means
I'll walk in his shoes
As long as it takes
Till deep in my bones I'm sure
I'm winning my game while I'm saying
I'm playing his game