The Turnaround

Another morning in the evening Times still on the floor And I don't even know her name Or if she lives here Had enough but I want more I don't remember how I got here And how long it's been now A day or two, maybe more On the whole must [?] remains Never wanted anyway I always bit the hand that beat me And they rode me off It's easy not to care Never trusted anyone Don't see why I should now Fade some blinking never fair You're all gonna be sorry when I'll leave town And get it together, for the turnaround 6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet The first step is out the door and onto the street 6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet The first step is out the door and onto the street 6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet The first step is out the door and onto the street 6 bucks in my pocket and these shoes on my feet The first step is out the door and onto the street