I was a jack of all trades and a master of none,
All those lucky breaks...and I never caught one,
No, love's not my forte, wasn't wired for the game
But I'm changing direction on the path to perfection,
There's only one thing...

That I'm getting good at that's hardening my heart,
Drinking alone and crying in the dark,
Solitaire cards dealt,
So heartfelt when I'm practicing my art,
Sheer force of will,
Perfecting the skill of hardening my heart.

No, I never had money, least I keep myself clean,
Not much of a dancer, but ain't bad when I sing,
Oh yes, I had me a gal once, ah, but that didn't pan out,
Got laid off so I lay low,
And as far as a trade goes, there's one I don't doubt...

That I'm getting good at, it's hardening my heart,
Drinking alone and crying in the dark,
Solitaire cards dealt,
So heartfelt, and I'm practicing my art,
Sheer force of will,
I'm perfecting the skill of hardening my heart.

I used to be friendly to the people in town,
Now, if I gotta go in, I keep my head down,
They call me "The Joker," always good for a laugh,
But I've since left the party to work on the craft that I'm getting good at.

No, I've never been much of a church going man,
But I read the good book, convinced there's a plan where I'm a piece of the puzzle and I fit in just right,
And fate chose the right guy as part of the night sky: a frame 'round the light.

And God's very good at hardening my heart,
While I drink alone, he shuffles in the dark,
Dealing the cards now,
He knows how to help me do my part,
Sheer force of will,
Both going in for the kill and hardening my heart,
Sheer force of will,
Going in for the kill and hardening my heart.