Revolving Door

Did you forget it's a bus ride
Or are you dressed up for somebody to care?
There's somewhere to be
Ain't there?
Doomed to your configuration
Or that there's water in your shoes
And someone in your arms

Because she's used to being told she's perfect and
Used to all them crying
So what's the difference? What makes me different?
You'll be mine again, I'll get there
I guess I'll wait and see
But she's like, "Boy, don't tell me you're still crying for me"
And she's like, "Boy, don't tell me you're still crying for me"

It looks like rain and boarding signs
Your transatlantic lullaby
When you got away
And she'll need a piece of you to take along
And that is not real good
And it's just the start

Because she's used to being told she's perfect and
Used to all them crying
So what's the difference? What makes me different?
But you'll be mine again, I'll get there
When you're not busy bein' you
But she's like, "Boy, don't tell me you're still crying for me"
And she's like, "Boy, don't tell me you're still crying for me"

Revolving door does turn with you around
In celebration, you bring
Still ringing out
I've played out every line
Alacrity's hiding place
Always occupied
But to slip at the slightest invite
Surely he's not too far beside
And baby, I'll be alright
With it this time