Turn Left

Once I thought I knew where I came from

Now fogging up a blur I can't recall

How many times have I been here before?

Could this be my birth town? OhNow as I am searching for a soul

Crossing country looking for a real job

Nothing seems to suit me, no

Guess I'll keep doing what I did beforeWalking down the stairs

Anonymous, detached

On the corner I turn

I turn, I turn leftLooking out at the waves

I could stand here for ten more days

Crushing stones with my toes

That woman looking at meCould she be my relative? Oh

Would she be my best friend? Oh

Wonder if she's seen me here before?

Could she be my relative? OhWalking down the stairs

Anonymous, detached

On the corner I turn

I turn, I turn left