Standing at the Gates

Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world that'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 standin' at the gates.
 Now the truth is slowly dawning, but you don't get any warning here within
 And you swear that you can change your ways, you promise that tomorrow you'll begin
 But the phases of the moon still come and go, and now you've left it much too late
 So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin' at the gates.
 All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool you've ever seen
 And all the time you know what's comin' down (it's comin' down)
 Up and down on the roundabout while you're sittin' right on dynamite
 And any fool can see what's comin' down.
 You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretend
 It's just some bad weather
 There's a storm comin' up, and it's headin' your way.
 Now the spirit doesn't move you, you're so empty, you've got nothin' left to give
 Yes you know by now that nothin' you have ever learned has taught you how to live
 But the phases of the moon still come and go, and now you've left it much too late
 So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin' at the gates.
 All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool you've ever seen
 And all the time you know what's comin' down (it's comin' down)
 Up and down on the roundabout while you're sittin' right on dynamite
 And any fool can see what's comin' down.
 You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretend
 It's just some bad weather
 There's a storm comin' up, and it's headin' your way.
 Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world that'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 standin' at the gates.
 Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin' at the gates
 Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin' 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