Turnstiles
Well you never were my lover and I guess you'll never be
I always ran for cover and you'd never follow me
You fought me on a razor's edge, I couldn't say who won
But if loving was your folly, where was it that I went wrong?
If loving was your folly, where did I go wrong?
You waited by the water's edge beneath the falling leaves
'Twas a soft and subtle morning hunted by an icy breeze
I tried so hard to follow when you softly called my name
But my spirit had been broken, I could not see through the pain
My spirit it was broken and you let me take the blame
You built a house of cards and blew it down with just one breath
You smothered me in imagery I was feeling close to death
I took myself away from you, I went out on the run
And though I now am far from you the damage has been done
Though now I'm far away from you the damage it was done
Well the weary hands of time have crossed so frequently since then
I think of you, I wonder and I guess I will again
I scan the early morning light, I watch the red sun rise
And if you were there to greet me it would come as no surprise
If you came down to meet me would you let me dry your eyes?
Well my life has been a muddle and my actions just a crime
I've had my share of trouble, I just couldn't draw the line
I wonder if the same could not be spoken true of you?
I'm thinking 'bout the future and I very seldom do
I wonder if my future has a future without you?
