Talking Like Turnstiles

Sometimes I talk like a turnstile,

When I have had too much to drink.

A tangled tongue like English Ivy;

Just like a film dubbed out of sync.



The phone is ringing in the guest room;

A muffled voice on the machine.

It's either someone I don't wanna talk to,

Or someone selling what I don't need.



'Cause I'm only waiting for you to come on home.



Sometimes I fall in fits of laughter.

My bottle shatters on the floor,

And you apologize perfusely,

For the drunkard on your arm.



I'll change, love, change, love;

Change for you.

'Cause even slurred words can contain some truth.

I'll change, love, change, love;

Change for you....



When I am ready to.