standing at the gates

Gerry Rafferty

Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world thatââ?¬â?¢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 standinââ?¬â?¢ at the gates.

Now the truth is slowly dawning, but you donââ?¬â?¢t get any warning here within
And you swear that you can change your ways, you promise that tomorrow youââ?¬â?¢ll begin
But the phases of the moon still come and go, and now youââ?¬â?¢ve left it much too late
So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standinââ?¬â?¢ at the gates.

All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool youââ?¬â?¢ve ever seen
And all the time you know whatââ?¬â?¢s cominââ?¬â?¢ down (itââ?¬â?¢s cominââ?¬â?¢ down)
Up and down on the roundabout while youââ?¬â?¢re sittinââ?¬â?¢ right on dynamite
And any fool can see whatââ?¬â?¢s cominââ?¬â?¢ down.

You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretend
Itââ?¬â?¢s just some bad weather
Thereââ?¬â?¢s a storm cominââ?¬â?¢ up, and itââ?¬â?¢s headinââ?¬â?¢ your way.

Now the spirit doesnââ?¬â?¢t move you, youââ?¬â?¢re so empty, youââ?¬â?¢ve got nothinââ?¬â?¢ left to give
Yes you know by now that nothinââ?¬â?¢ you have ever learned has taught you how to live
But the phases of the moon still come and go, and now youââ?¬â?¢ve left it much too late
So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standinââ?¬â?¢ at the gates.

All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool youââ?¬â?¢ve ever seen
And all the time you know whatââ?¬â?¢s cominââ?¬â?¢ down (itââ?¬â?¢s cominââ?¬â?¢ down)
Up and down on the roundabout while youââ?¬â?¢re sittinââ?¬â?¢ right on dynamite
And any fool can see whatââ?¬â?¢s cominââ?¬â?¢ down.

You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretend
Itââ?¬â?¢s just some bad weather
Thereââ?¬â?¢s a storm cominââ?¬â?¢ up, and itââ?¬â?¢s headinââ?¬â?¢ your way.

Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world thatââ?¬â?¢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 standinââ?¬â?¢ at the gates.

Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standinââ?¬â?¢ at the gates
Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standinââ?¬â?¢ 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