Three men jump off an overpass

One hits rock and the other glass

Last one grabs a rail and calls the other two fools

Tell me now which one are you



At the last out post of the midnight rain

A man relieves his past with his shadow again

Prays a toast to his bride and pours a long tall suicide

Would you do the same if it was you



But everything is turning out, turning out

And everything is coming round, coming round

The sun will shine on solid ground

Tomorrow when it comes out



Everything is turning out, turning out

And everything is coming round, coming round

The things that hurt you set you free

Yes come home to me



Scatter my ashes in a hotel room

I paid a high price to smell that sweet perfume

A man outside his face is vaguely familiar

Tell me now what if he was you



But everything is turning out, turning out

And everything is coming round, coming round

The sun will shine on solid ground

Tomorrow when it comes out



Everything is turning out, turning out

And everything is coming round, coming round

The things that hurt you set you free

Yes come home to me

Yes come home to me

Yes come home to me

Yes come home to me