See the stop-light turn-in' red,
Don't you listen to what it's said.
All the things you try to hide,
They keep you runnin' hard inside.
Oh, you got to leave this town before it's...
too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
too late to make the change.
oo, yes, my friend, you're fadin' fast, if you stay here you won't last.
Before your time has run astray, you've got to try to get away.
Oh, you got to leave this place before it's...
too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
too late to make the change.
too late, too late to ma
Turning Around
Thoughts with no rhyme or reason
Rule over my mind
Move in circular motion
Follow no set line
Turning around
My head
Waves of colour that can’t be seen
Wash across my shore
Moving shadows of violet sheen
Flash and pass on before
Turning around
My head