This time she starts to cry
And everyone stares at the ground
Nobody says a word
"You get one chance each life," she sighs.
"And mine is just passing me by."
He walks out the door and
she stares up at the ceiling
"My turn this time," they cry.
And everyone walks in a line
Around and around in a circle until they die
"My turn this time," they scream.
And diamonds and babies and cars...
Don't add up to anything, at all
"My turn this time," he says.
And he turns the radio on
And he turns the radio off
"My turn this time," she says.
And she laughs at herself
And she laughs at herself
And the sun goes down
And the sun comes up-
- The Himalayans,
Diamonds and Babies and Cars
# posted by s. ning @ 8:02 PM