EVERY TIME I TURN AROUND 

WRITERS PETER BECKETT, DENNIS LAMBERT



On a cold December mornin', when my demons take control, and the rain turns into thunder, somewhere in my soul, you are the asylum, in the madness of my day, in a world without much kindness, somehow I always find the way. Every time I turn around, I can see your shadow right there on the ground, and every time I call your name, I can hear a voice that I can't explain, when I find myself in a faceless crowd, I know you're right behind me baby, every time I turn around. In the struggle for survival, every day becomes a year, how to keep a cool perspective, isn't always very clear, I need all the shelter, your lovin' can provide, like a bridge across the raging river, take me to the other side. Every time I turn around, I can see your shadow right there on the ground, and every time I call your name, I can hear a voice that I can't explain, when I find myself in a faceless crowd, I know you're right behind me baby, every time I turn around, every time I turn around. If an ocean stands between us. and my heart begins to pound. I know you're right behind me baby. every time I turn around. Every time I turn around, I can see your shadow right there on the ground, and every time I call your name, I can hear a voice that I can't explain, when I find myself in a faceless crowd, I know you're right behind me baby, every time I turn around.