Revolving Doors

Revolving doors, what have I done?

Someone on the TV, a tepid loss

Revolving doors, what will I become?

A redneck song

Paid up for a seven

But he only got an eight now, now

I feel that I'm paused by all the pills

I see no wrong in here

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

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

I'm paid up for a seven

But I only got S.O. eight, oh, now

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

I feel that I'm paused by all the pills

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

I seem to run out here

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Revolving doors

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

It's stormy on the Eastern Seaboard

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

He got silver up his nose

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

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

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Seems I was born for this

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Seems I was born to this

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Revolving doors

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Revolving doors

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston

Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston