Turnstiles
One uneventful afternoon
A summers day back in '92
I had a friend who ran away
And why he left I could not say
Well I searched for him and I followed his tracks
It was all in vain I could not bring him back
I think of him from time to time
As the days go by and we toe the line
We'll get it all back again someday
We'll get it all on track come what may
As the turnstiles turn and the night follows day
Future burns, time slips away
And sometimes in the dead of night
When the telphone rings or the darkness bites
I think of him but he's never real
I don't know how that makes me feel
So I go about my day-to-day
Don't want to think about it anyway
Though I carry on, like nothing's changed
Everything seems a little re-arranged
We'll get it all back again someday
We'll get it all on track come what may
As the turnstiles turn and the night follows day
Future burns, time slips away
'And up ahead, there's a fork in the road
Opportunity knocks, but the doors are closed
If I break the locks and jump right in
Would I really know where I could begin?
Yes I'm asking you, though now I see
You don't know how to answer me
I'll take a chance and find my soul
Or dance beneath the gallows pole'
We'll get it all back again someday
We'll get it all on track come what may
As the turnstiles turn and the night follows day
Future burns, time slips away
