Now that I’m building on sand,

Can I resist the storms as they come rushing in?

Am I a foolish man to face the flood?

Now that I’m sowing on stones,

Will I find all my labours come to nothing?

Do I need something divine to be my guide?

Cos I don’t like, no I don’t like the person I’m becoming.

But I don’t know, no I don’t know, how to turn and face the other way,

How to find my way back again.

Now that I’ve wandered so far,

Will I be lost without the flock around me?

Do I need shepherds to guard me through the night?

Now that I’ve fallen away,

Can I still be the person that you fell for?

Is there a pearl hidden deep beneath the waves?

Cos I don’t like, no I don’t like the person I’m becoming.

But I don’t know, no I don’t know, how to turn and face the other way,

How to find my way back again.