Turntable

 In the arms of a lover, in the arms of your son

You lay your head heavy, you're the only one

Won't you sit for a while? Won't you rest yourself?

You know it ain't such a shame to have lost yourself

You know it ain't such a shame to have lost yourself

Three years and a bottle of cheap red wine

All my sacred sins and all your dirty lies

And I ride, and I ride, and I ride, and I ride

Keep riding even when I don't know why

Keep riding even when I don't know why

She said, "If my heart was a turntable,

And my belly was the speaker and my soul the needle,"

Oh, she said, "If my heart was a turntable,

And my belly was the speaker and my soul the needle."

Meet me in the garden by the flowers blue

Where the trees stretch and wrap their arms around you

And they fill you up til you don't know what to do

On a winter's night when everything is new

On a winter's night when everything is new

She said, "If my heart was a turntable,

And my belly was the speaker and my soul the needle,"

Oh, she said, "If my heart was a turntable,

And my belly was the speaker and my soul the needle."