Terence Trent D'arby Turn the Page lyrics

You chose with age to speak with a prima ballerina's rage
And speak of all the kingdoms that would swoop down
Stick around then proceed to ignore you

No flash pot pan, guitar man or resurrected Apollo myth
To seal your fate, feed your plate
And worship and adore you

But the pills you swill, bring you no thrill
So travel lightly on the wing this time
Leaving all your baggage behind

Now as you wander through your vagabond stage
And you find yourself shoveling shit
With a rusty jack handle, queen of a broken spade
You must not be afraid, you must turn the page

You wore your goddess down in jaundiced disarray
Your halo fell into decay, swiped by those you loved
But could not hold in sway behind you

And then the dry spell leaves at a low shutter speed
Long enough for you to see that you create your own reality
And that the wait alone will not enshrine you

And the war that you swore, would pour through your door
To come to your rescue this time
Is all in your mind but listen to me

As you wander through your vagabond stage
And you find yourself shoveling shit
With a rusty jack handle queen of a broken spade

And you find yourself kicking dirt around
With your Paris green pumps of pentacles and precious jade
You must not be afraid, you must turn the page

Because I love you and you're my friend
I gotta tell you these facts


You dreamt a world of things like you were a duchess born
Or Coretta Scott King and the Queen does not invite you over
For a tea at her gaff in Scotland or in Buckingham's back yard

I'm sure 'Van the Man' of whom I'm a fan
Can surely understand as he said "It is not why, it just is"
Therefore, you need not remain scarred

And in time you'll find that your salvation is mine
As you travel lightly on the wing this time
Leaving all your baggage behind

As you wander through your vagabond stage
And you find yourself shoveling shit
With a rusty jack handle queen of a broken spade

And you find yourself kicking dirt around
With your Paris green pumps of pentacles and precious jade
Pulling the roots from your hair dyed from a bottle
You saw in a windows with an 'Everything must go!'
Sale sign prominently displayed

And yet waiting for your dancing
On the edge of a precipice heart to sing
Those serenading soul songs
That fulfillingness and consciousness brings

Releasing you from your captive cage, replacing love for all your rage
Turning your hope on a rope's magic pope kaleidoscope
Into a rabbit's foot parade, you must not be afraid
Eyes forward, babe, you got to turn the page

One thing is sure and that is change
When the water's rising, you can't remain
Move to dry land, move to dry land
You've got to move, hit it