You know, the sun is in your eyes

And hurricanes and rains

and black and cloudy skies.

You're running up and down that hill.

You turn it on and off at will.

There's nothing here to thrill

or bring you down.

Oh Lady, luck has led you here

and they're so twisted up

they'll twist you up. I fear.

the pious, hateful and devout,

you're turning tricks til you're turned out,

the wind so cold it burns,

you're burning out and blowing round.

you know you can follow my voice

The fates are vicious and they're cruel.

You learn too late you've used two wishes

like a fool

and then you're someone you are not,

and Junction City ain't the spot,

remember Mrs. Lot

and when she turned around.

Song written by Stephen Trask