Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world thatâ"š¬â"ž¢s without love
But you keep a wall around you, and you wait for help to come down from above
Now the wisdom of your ways has finally caught you up, and left you to your fate
So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standinâ"š¬â"ž¢ at the gates.
Now the truth is slowly dawning, but you donâ"š¬â"ž¢t get any warning here within
And you swear that you can change your ways, you promise that tomorrow youâ"š¬â"ž¢ll begin
But the phases of the moon still come and go, and now youâ"š¬â"ž¢ve left it much too late
So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standinâ"š¬â"ž¢ at the gates.
All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool youâ"š¬â"ž¢ve ever seen
And all the time you know whatâ"š¬â"ž¢s cominâ"š¬â"ž¢ down (itâ"š¬â"ž¢s cominâ"š¬â"ž¢ down)
Up and down on the roundabout while youâ"š¬â"ž¢re sittinâ"š¬â"ž¢ right on dynamite
And any fool can see whatâ"š¬â"ž¢s cominâ"š¬â"ž¢ down.
You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretend
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s just some bad weather
Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s a storm cominâ"š¬â"ž¢ up, and itâ"š¬â"ž¢s headinâ"š¬â"ž¢ your way.
Now the spirit doesnâ"š¬â"ž¢t move you, youâ"š¬â"ž¢re so empty, youâ"š¬â"ž¢ve got nothinâ"š¬â"ž¢ left to give
Yes you know by now that nothinâ"š¬â"ž¢ you have ever learned has taught you how to live
But the phases of the moon still come and go, and now youâ"š¬â"ž¢ve left it much too late
So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standinâ"š¬â"ž¢ at the gates.
All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool youâ"š¬â"ž¢ve ever seen
And all the time you know whatâ"š¬â"ž¢s cominâ"š¬â"ž¢ down (itâ"š¬â"ž¢s cominâ"š¬â"ž¢ down)
Up and down on the roundabout while youâ"š¬â"ž¢re sittinâ"š¬â"ž¢ right on dynamite
And any fool can see whatâ"š¬â"ž¢s cominâ"š¬â"ž¢ down.
You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretend
Itâ"š¬â"ž¢s just some bad weather
Thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s a storm cominâ"š¬â"ž¢ up, and itâ"š¬â"ž¢s headinâ"š¬â"ž¢ your way.
Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world thatâ"š¬â"ž¢s without love
Yes you keep a wall around you, and you wait for help to come down from above
Now the wisdom of your ways has finally caught you up, and left you to your fate
So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standinâ"š¬â"ž¢ at the gates.
Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standinâ"š¬â"ž¢ at the gates
Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standinâ"š¬â"ž¢ at the gates.
Drums: Liam Genockey
Bass: Mo Foster
Piano: Kenny Craddock
Hammond Organ: Kenny Craddock
Electric Guitar: Hugh Burns
Percussion: Maurice Pert
Synthesizers: Kenny Craddock
Saxophone: Mel Collins
Vocals: Gerry Rafferty