Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into
a world that's without love But you keep a wall
around you, and you wait for help to come down
from above Now the wisdom of your ways has finally
caught you up, and left you to your fate So you
end up like a refugee, all alone and standin' at
the gates.

Now the truth is slowly dawning, but you don't
get any warning here within And you swear that you
can change your ways, you promise that tomorrow
you'll begin But the phases of the moon still
come and go, and now you've left it much too
late So you end up like a refugee, all alone and
standin' at the gates.

All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool
you've ever seen And all the time you know
what's comin' down (it's comin' down) Up
and down on the roundabout while you're
sittin' right on dynamite And any fool can see
what's comin' down.

You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the
rain, and pretend It's just some bad weather
There's a storm comin' up, and it's
headin' your way.

Now the spirit doesn't move you, you're so
empty, you've got nothin' left to give Yes you
know by now that nothin' you have ever learned
has taught you how to live But the phases of the
moon still come and go, and now you've left it
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/XG4much too late So you end up like a refugee, all
alone and standin' at the gates.

All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool
you've ever seen And all the time you know
what's comin' down (it's comin' down) Up
and down on the roundabout while you're
sittin' right on dynamite And any fool can see
what's comin' down.

You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the
rain, and pretend It's just some bad weather
There's a storm comin' up, and it's
headin' your way.

Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into
a world that's without love Yes you keep a wall
around you, and you wait for help to come down
from above Now the wisdom of your ways has finally
caught you up, and left you to your fate So you
end up like a refugee, all alone and standin' at
the gates.

Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and
standin' at the gates Yes you end up like a
refugee, all alone and standin' at the gates.

Drums: Liam Genockey Bass: Mo Foster Piano: Kenny
Craddock Hammond Organ: Kenny Craddock Electric
Guitar: Hugh Burns Percussion: Maurice Pert
Synthesizers: Kenny Craddock Saxophone: Mel
Collins Vocals: Gerry Rafferty