Chances Are Susan McKeown Taunting chance, dicing with death Like a circus trapeze You are dancing with fate God you do it with such ease And what a strange journey we are on Always believing you can't be a loser for long I dream an old woman's dreams Filled with memories and might-have-beens Chances are you'll leave me Standing in the rain Chances are you'll wait for it To dawn on me again Chances are it is done All is lost and you've run Talk is cheap and rumours fly You've got your friends and I've got mine This heart is tattered and torn Got to wring it free of this bitterness and scorn And there's neither enough sun nor enough rain But there's all four seasons in one day I dream an old woman's dreams Filled with memories and might-have-beens