(Jimmy Webb)

"If they ever drop the bomb," you said
"I'll find you in the flames."
But now we act like people
Who don't know each other's names

Well, sometimes it makes me sad, you know
Sometimes it makes me smile
'Cause you know how the game goes, honey
We all eat it once in awhile

Scissors cut, paper covers rock
Breaks the shining scissor
You hurt me
I hurt her and she goes and we will miss her

Now, I look around at people
Playing children's games
And I wonder if you're still thinking
You might find me somewhere in the flames

Scissors cut, paper covers rock
Breaks the shining scissor
You hurt me
I hurt her and she goes and we will miss her