The Game Cliff Richard

Here I am, I'm so free
Good old independent me
I'm a man of means
A man of property

Every race that I'd run
Is one more that must be won
And what's more I know
I've only just begun

Oh but honestly sometimes, I wonder
What this game I play is about
When I come home at night I discover
Nothing's changed since I went out

Guess I must be a fool or a dreamer
For what other way could it be
All the lovers I known gave me more
Than they got from me

I should change, but it's hard
Something keeps me on my guard
I've never been prepared
To hold the losing card, no never

But before it's too late
I've got to come to terms with fate
For love and life I know
I'm not inclined to wait