Turn. Turn. Run the risk. The world spins for you. In five years none of this will mean one thing. If all seems lost and they're out to floor you - turn and face the day. And once I trapped a golden moment. It felt so good, I pulled the reins. But you turned to stone and the joy was frozen. I had to let the moment slip away. Now I confess that I'm king of nowhere. I confess I'm no master of my soul, but like a river I shall flow where I'm told.
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher