I was on the pay-go-round,
on a superstitious road,
looking for a day to come,
to part my
restless soul.
I was lost and in a mess,
too proud to beg a bow,
and though I'd never admit it,
I was
scared as hell.
She said, come along with me,
I'll take you home,
I'll make you warm again,
then let me
go home.
I
was on the pay-go-round,
avarice was my road,
a pilgrim for holy money,
chasing
an empty hope.
She said,
come along with me,
I'll take you home,
I'll make you warm again,
then let me go home.
I was on the pay-go-round,
hiding from the world,
frightened of everyone,
scared of what the future may hold.
I took
the wrong road,
God showed me where to go.
I took the wrong road,
God showed me where.
Pay-go-round,
never going back on the pay-go-round.
Oh.
I turned up everyone.
Oh,
God save me.
I submit myself.
To you.