Three men jump off an overpass   One hits rock and the other glass   Last one grabs a rail and calls the other two fools   Tell me now which one are you      At the last out post of the midnight rain   A man relieves his past with his shadow again   Prays a toast to his bride and pours a long tall suicide   Would you do the same if it was you      But everything is turning out, turning out   And everything is coming round, coming round   The sun will shine on solid ground   Tomorrow when it comes out      Everything is turning out, turning out   And everything is coming round, coming round   The things that hurt you set you free   Yes come home to me      Scatter my ashes in a hotel room   I paid a high price to smell that sweet perfume   A man outside his face is vaguely familiar   Tell me now what if he was you