Late one summer I was flying
In my thirtieth year
Pondering the underlying
Restless atmosphere
Your life is turning on a dime
Your life is coming into sight
Walking on a Sunday morning
I'm in a ghost town
Excited, I don't take a warning
A tourist looking around
Your life is turning on a dime
Your life is coming into sight
Everyone is on their mission
There going somewhere
Every pilgrim has their vision
What they'll find there
Your life is turning on a dime
Your life is coming into sight