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 Home to home I spent the days Never wandered anywhere I always bit the hand that beat me And they rode me off It was 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 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