Revolving doors, what have I done?
Someone on the TV, attempting love
Revolving doors, what will I become?
A redneck song
Paid up for seven

But he only got an eight now, now
I feel that I´m paused by all the pills
I see no wrong in here

On a foggy day
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
I sit in a diner and the Beatles play
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
I´m paid up for a seven
But I only got S.O. eight, oh, now
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)

I feel that I´m paused by all the pills

I seem to run out here
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
Revolving doors
It´s stormy on the eastern sea board
He got silver up his nose

He paid up for three
But got only two

(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
Then he said
Seems I was born for this

Seems I was born to this
Revolving doors
Revolving doors