 Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world that's without loveBut you keep a wall around you, and you wait for help to come down from aboveNow the wisdom of your ways has finally caught you up, and left you to your fateSo you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin' at the gates.
Now the truth is slowly dawning, but you don't get any warning here withinAnd you swear that you can change your ways, you promise that tomorrow you'll beginBut the phases of the moon still come and go, and now you've left it much too lateSo you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin' at the gates.
All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool you've ever seenAnd all the time you know what's comin' down (it's comin' down)Up and down on the roundabout while you're sittin' right on dynamiteAnd any fool can see what's comin' down.
You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretendIt's just some bad weatherThere's a storm comin' up, and it's headin' your way.
Now the spirit doesn't move you, you're so empty, you've got nothin' left to giveYes you know by now that nothin' you have ever learned has taught you how to liveBut the phases of the moon still come and go, and now you've left it much too lateSo you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin' at the gates.
All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool you've ever seenAnd all the time you know what's comin' down (it's comin' down)Up and down on the roundabout while you're sittin' right on dynamiteAnd any fool can see what's comin' down.
You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretendIt's just some bad weatherThere's a storm comin' up, and it's headin' your way.
Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world that's without loveYes you keep a wall around you, and you wait for help to come down from aboveNow the wisdom of your ways has finally caught you up, and left you to your fateSo you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin' at the gates.
Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin' at the gatesYes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin' at the gates.
Drums: Liam GenockeyBass: Mo FosterPiano: Kenny CraddockHammond Organ: Kenny CraddockElectric Guitar: Hugh BurnsPercussion: Maurice PertSynthesizers: Kenny CraddockSaxophone: Mel CollinsVocals: Gerry Rafferty
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