Think hard on what you're saying
We're victims all of our circumstances
Third, forth and fifth chances
Just one or two bad choices
And lady luck forgets that you exist
How long would you be missed?
Down a dark lane off Broadway
She warms her fingers by the fires glow
At Bowery Mission Mainhouse
She tells her tales of who she used to be
Her life on broken dreams
It all comes round again, it all comes round again
It all comes round again, who's keeping score now Jenny Wren?
If two strong towers can crumble down
Then it's the same the world around
The dust may fall by Sunday
On Monday she'll be on her own again
Another ode to men
It all comes round again, it all comes round again
It all comes round again, who's keeping score now Jenny Wren?
