The Turnaround

Another morning in the evening

Times still on the floor

And I don't even know her name

Or if she lives here

Had enough but I want more

I don't remember how I got here

And how long it's been now

A day or two, maybe more



On the whole must remains

Never wanted anyway

I always bit the hand that beat me

And they rode me off

It's easy not to care



Never trusted anyone

Don't see why I should now

Fade some blinking never fair



You're all gonna be sorry when I'll leave town

And get it together, for the turnaround



6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet

The first step is out the door and onto the street

6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet

The first step is out the door and onto the street

6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet

The first step is out the door and onto the street

6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet

The first step is out the door and onto the street

6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet

The first step is out the door and onto the street

6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet

The first step is out the door and onto the street