Turn Right, Turn Left - Nicolas Godin

I ain't fragile so don't cover me up In bubble wrap Travel find yourself a piece with that Like where you at? You can't even see me there's a gap Between us I know that your nowhere on the map 'Cause you ain't really got it Don't think that you understand you're out your depth Yeah, yeah If you can't even spot it, yeah, there's nothing more to say boy just turn left, turn left Don't come find me Now, now you know where to go Now, now you know where to go (don't come find me) Now, now you know where to go Now, now you know where to go (don't come find me) Now, now you know where to go Now, now you know where to go (don't come find me) Now, now you know where to go, turn left ay Turn left ay I don't damage easily you can't corrupt Deal with that If I'm speaking please don't interrupt Boy hear that I don't need your money I got my paper up I'm spending that You don't even know me, what the fuck? 'Cause you ain't really got it Don't think that you understand you're out your depth Yeah, yeah If you can't even spot it, yeah, there's nothing more to say boy just turn left, turn left Don't come find me Now, now you know where to go Now, now you know where to go (don't come find me) Now, now you know where to go Now, now you know where to go (don't come find me) Now, now you know where to go Now, now you know where to go (don't come find me) Now, now you know where to go, turn left ay Turn left ay Turn left ay Turn left ay

Pick up all your tears Throw 'em in your back seat Leave without a second glance Somehow I'm to blame For this never-ending racetrack you call life So turn right Into my arms Turn right You won't be alone You might fall off this track sometime Hope to see you on the finish line You're driving all your friends out You just be, you cannot follow And soon you will be on your own Somehow I'm to blame For this never-ending racetrack you call life So turn right Into my arms Turn right You won't be alone You might fall off this track sometime Hope to see you on the finish line I did all I could I gave everything But you had to go your way And that road was not for me So turn right Into my arms Turn right You won't be alone You might fall off this track sometimes Hope to see you on the finish line

To every thing, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time to love, a time to hate A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

Well I'm back again for another night Of trying to break free from this sadness that I can't lay to rest This old honky-tonk sure does feel like home And the music with the laughter seem to soothe my loneliness Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her, so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose If a tear should fall if I should whisper her name To some stranger I'm holdin' while we're dancin' to an old Buck Owens song I know she won't mind she won't even know She'll be dancing with a memory crying teardrops of her own Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose Turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue It helps me forget her so the louder the better Hey mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose. Yeah, mister turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose

O que ela quer é solidão O que ela quer é solidão viu O que ela quer é solidão O que ela quer é solidão viu A gente sujas de pó O amor de um beijo só E ela sorriu Sobre o solar a procurar Outra estação n'outro lugar Clara Ôôô Clara Ôôô Clara A boca cor de romance A luz dessa manhã E ela sorriu Sobre o solar a procurar Outra estação n'outro lugar Clara Ôôô Clara Ôôô Clara Sobre o luar a procurar Outra estação n'outro lugar Clara Ôôô Clara Ôôô Clara Clara Ôôô Clara Ôôô Clara