Water, water everywhere and not a place to stand

My foundation rests on bedrock

But the bedrock rests on shifting sand



Once the mighty jungle gave way to the streets

Now the city's a jungle again

Every time the cycle completes

It's like nothing ever had changed



Tables will turn, tables will turn, tables will turn

Tables can turn

When will I learn that tables will turn

Tables can turn



It was always my hope to repay

All those favors that you would endow

Though I took what I could yesterday

Where are the crumbs when I'm so hungry now?



And the wind cries