Standing At The Gates - Gerry Rafferty

Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world that’s without love

But you keep a wall around you, and you wait for help to come down from above

Now the wisdom of your ways has finally caught you up, and left you to your fate

So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin’at the gates.

Now the truth is slowly dawning, but you don’t get any warning here within

And you swear that you can change your ways, you promise that tomorrow you’ll

begin

But the phases of the moon still come and go, and now you’ve left it much too

late

So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin’at the gates.

All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool you’ve ever seen

And all the time you know what’s comin’down (it's comin’down)

Up and down on the roundabout while you’re sittin’right on dynamite

And any fool can see what’s comin’down.

You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretend

It’s just some bad weather

There’s a storm comin’up, and it’s headin’your way.

Now the spirit doesn’t move you, you’re so empty, you’ve got nothin’left to give

Yes you know by now that nothin’you have ever learned has taught you how to live

But the phases of the moon still come and go, and now you’ve left it much too

late

So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin’at the gates.

All aboard the roundabout like the biggest fool you’ve ever seen

And all the time you know what’s comin’down (it's comin’down)

Up and down on the roundabout while you’re sittin’right on dynamite

And any fool can see what’s comin’down.

You can run with the wind, you can laugh at the rain, and pretend

It’s just some bad weather

There’s a storm comin’up, and it’s headin’your way.

Well the jury found you guilty, as you stare into a world that’s without love

Yes you keep a wall around you, and you wait for help to come down from above

Now the wisdom of your ways has finally caught you up, and left you to your fate

So you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin’at the gates.

Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin’at the gates

Yes you end up like a refugee, all alone and standin’at the gates.

Drums: Liam Genockey

Bass: Mo Foster

Piano: Kenny Craddock

Hammond Organ: Kenny Craddock

Electric Guitar: Hugh Burns

Percussion: Maurice Pert

Synthesizers: Kenny Craddock

Saxophone: Mel Collins

Vocals: Gerry Rafferty