Turn

They say you don’t know
what choice you will make
‘till the day you’re staring
your life in the face
Then you’ll know
what sort of caliber you shoot
and which direction
and what targets you’ll choose

This day it seemed my turn had come ‘round
and I might lose the little of me I had just only found
And I cursed the one note legacy they believed
and the girl they all had mistaken for me

And the clouds might turn
and the river might rise
and the dam might break
right before our eyes

I don’t know what makes blood turn to rust
I don’t know which of my instincts to trust
Some secrets you just don’t give away
when all the confusion might strike a new pose
by the end of the day

And the clouds might turn
and the river might rise
and the dam might break
right before our eyes

So do I pray for rain?
Do I pray for rain?
Do I pray for rain?
Do I pray for rain?

Turn

Licity Collins
from the album One Girl Town