Turn Left

Once I thought
I knew where
I came from
Now fogging up a blur
I can't recall
How many times have
I been here before?
Could this be my birth town?
OhNow as I am searching for a soul
Crossing country looking for a real job
Nothing seems to suit me, no
Guess I'll keep doing what
I did before
Walking down the stairs
Anonymous, detached
On the corner
I turnI turn,
I turn left
Looking out at the waves
I could stand here for ten more days
Crushing stones with my toes
That woman looking at me
Could she be my relative?
OhWould she be my best friend?
OhWonder if she's seen me here before?
Could she be my relative?
OhWalking down the stairs
Anonymous, detached
On the corner
I turnI turn,
I turn left