Revolving Doors

Revolving doors what have I done

Someone on the TV attempting love

Revolving doors what will I become

A redneck song

He Paid up for seven

But he only got an eight now, now

I feel that I'm paused by all the pills

I see no wronging

On a foggy day...

Revolving doors in London, to a foggy day in Boston...

Revolving doors in London, to a foggy day in Boston...

I sit in a diner

And the Beatles play

I'm paid up for a seven

But I only got s.o-eight oh now

I feel that I'm paused by all the pills

I seem to run out here

Revolving doors...

It's stormy on the eastern sea board

He got silver up his night

He paid up for three

But got only two

Revolving doors in London, to a foggy day in Boston...

Revolving doors in London, to a foggy day in Boston...

Then he said

Seems I was born for this

Seems I was born to this

Revolving doors...

Revolving doors...