Thinking back on all the rides I ever had
I'd have to say you really took me
And if I measured all the scars
I got from loving
Yours would be the one that hurt me
But the world turns leaving all the memories
And the fire's all heard into cemeteries
When the world turns
would you think of turning back to me
If I had a dime for all the times
I've missed you
I'd have enough to make you want me
But when I think about the other lips
that kissed me
I wonder why you even had me
I could sell a lot of tickets if I really want it
But look at me I'm free admission
I'm just a picture of a faithful of my wishing
And I'll never make a penny
But the world turns leaving all the memories
And the fire's all heard into cemeteries
When the world turns
would you think of turning back to me
