Both Sides of the Coin Songtext

von Rupert Holmes

I am not myself these days - for all I
Know I might be you.
There's more than room enough for two inside my mind.

I am likewise in a haze of who I am from
Scene to scene;
What's more we two, (we four, I mean)
Are in a bind!

For is it I or is it me?

And if I'm him and if I'm he, each on of us might not
Agree on what to do.

And if I take opposing sides within myself,
Then who divides up what is right or wrong?
I'll go along with you.

Ha'penny, one penny, tupenny, thrupenny
Twelve to a shilling, twice that to a florin
To find the same face on both sides of the coin?
Bob is your uncle from pennies to guineas,
The two-sided mint is the rule, not exception,
And would you not quite feel quite the fool of deception
To find the same face on both sides of the coin?

Odds or evens, it's high or low
It's up or down or night

Heads or tails, or black and white,
Or left and right or day!

Nature seldom ever fails to most obligingly provide
An undisclosed opposing side to one's dismay.

There's shadows on this shining morn,

If there's a rose it bears a thorn,

You're as good as dead as soon as born,

And yet we smile!

But luck's division is perverse

It seems to work more in reverse

If things are better, they'll be worse in just a while!
Ha'penny, one penny, tupenny, thrupenny
Twelve to a shilling, twice that to a florin
To find the same face on both sides of the coin?
Bob is your uncle from pennies to guineas,
The two-sided mint is the rule, not exception,
And would you not quite feel quite the fool of deception
To find the same face on both sides of the coin?