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."