Turn The Page Lyrics - Terence Trent Darby

You chose with age 

To speak with a prima ballerina's rage 

And speak of all the kingdoms 

That would swoop down 

Stick around 

Then proceed to ignore you 

No flash pot pan, guitar man 

Or resurrected Apollo myth 

To seal your fate 

Feed your plate 

And just plain worship and adore you 

But the pills you swill 

Bring you no thrill 

So travel lightly on the wing this time 

Leaving all your baggage behind 

As you wander through your vagabond stage 

And find yourself shovelling shit 

With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade 

You must not be afraid 

You must turn the page 

You wore your goddess down 

In jaundiced disarray 

Your halo fell into decay 

Swiped by those you loved 

But could not hold in sway behind you 

And then the dry spell leaves 

At a low shutter speed 

Long enough for you to see 

That you create your own reality 

And that the wait alone will not enshrine you 

And the war that you swore 

Would pour through your door 

To come to your rescue this time 

Is all in your mind 

Now as you wander through your vagabond stage 

And you find yourself shovelling shit 

With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade 

And you find yourself kicking dirt around 

With your Paris green pumps 

Of pentacles and precious jade 

You must not be afraid 

You must turn the page 

You dreamt a world of things 

Like you were a duchess born 

Or Coretta Scott King 

And the queen does not invite you over for a tea at her gaff 

In Scotland 

Or in Buckingham's back-yard 

Now I'm sure 'Van the Man' of whom I'm a fan 

Can surely understand 

As he said "It is not why, it just is." 

So therefore you need not remain scarred 

And in time you'll find 

That your salvation is mine 

As you travel lightly on the wing this time 

Leaving all your baggage behind 

Now as you wander through your vagabond stage 

And you find yourself shovelling shit 

With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade 

And you find yourself kicking dirt around 

With your Paris green pumps 

Of pentacles and precious jade 

Pulling the roots from your hair 

Dyed from a bottle 

You saw in a windows with 

An 'Everything must go!!' sale sign 

Prominently displayed 

And yet waiting for your dancing 

On the edge of a precipice heart to sing 

Those serenading soul songs 

That fulfillingness and consciousness brings 

Releasing you from your captive cage 

Replacing love for all your rage 

Turning your hope on a rope's magic pope kaleidoscope 

Into a rabbit's foot parade 

You must not be afraid 

(Eyes forward babe) 

You must turn the page 

One thing is sure 

And that is change 

When the water's rising 

You can't remain 

Move to dry land 

Move to dry land 

You've got to move on