Tori Amos Follow

In the mornin', you go gunnin' for the man who stole your water
And you fire 'til he is done in but they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street
Let's go

Well, you know she's no high climber, then you find your only friend
In a room with your two-timer and you're sure, you're at the end
Then you love a little wild one but she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she's smilin', you'll be on your knees tomorrow

You go back, Jack
You go back, do it again
Wheel's turnin' round and round
You go back, Jack, do it again

Now your swear and kick and beg us that you're not a gambling man
Then you find you're back in Vegas with a handle in your hand
Your black cards will make you money, so you hide them when you're able
In the land of milk and honey, you must put them on the table

You go back, Jack, do it again
Wheel turning round and round
You go back, Jack, do it again
Back you go, come on to me
Wheel turning round beautifully
Wheel turning round