The World Keeps Turning

On my way to the train Sunday morning
Amsterdam is still dreaming of last night
As the rain hits the ground at the station
I realized I had left something behind
Missing another piece
Sometimes I feel like a puzzle
Broken and incomplete
Looking for the edges tonight
Take me home, forgotten roads
Put me back together again
I’m alone, so alone out there
I came to find a piece of mind
But lost another in the end
Cause the world keeps turning
Turning on me
Standing by with the ghost on the jetway
London fog keeps me stranded on the ground
I fold the map and make the world a little smaller
But it doesn’t help, I’m nowhere to be found
Missing another piece
Sometimes I feel like a puzzle
Broken and incomplete
Looking for myself tonight
Take me home, forgotten roads
Put me back together again
I’m alone, so alone out there
I came to find a piece of mind
But lost another in the end
Cause the world keeps turning
Turning on me
Forward motion, it takes a lot to move a little
In forward motion, finally catching up
I’m missing another piece
Sometimes I feel like a puzzle
Take me home, forgotten roads
Put me back together again
I’m alone, so alone out there
I came to find a piece of mind
But lost another in the end
Cause the world keeps turning
Oh the world keeps turning
Turning on me