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
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