Revolving Doors
Revolving doors what have I doneSomeone on the TV attempting loveRevolving doors what will I becomeA redneck song
Paid up for a sevenBut he only got an eight now, nowI feel that I'm paused by all the pillsI see no wrong, yeah
On a foggy dayRevolving doors in London to a foggy day in BostonRevolving doors in London to a foggy day in BostonI sit in a dinerAnd the Beatles play
I'm paid up for a sevenBut I only got S-O-eight oh now
I feel that I'm paused by all the pillsI seem to run out here
Revolving doorsIt's stormy on the eastern sea boardHe got silver up his night
He paid up for threeBut got only two
Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in BostonRevolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston
Then he saidSeems I was born for thisSeems I was born to thisRevolving doorsRevolving doors