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