I used to think I was your perfect lady I used to think you were a good good man I used to wonder if I'd have your baby Stealing flowers from the promised land I used to think that love was always kind I used to think it was a steady flow I used to think I was ahead of my time But I was swimming with the undertow But like a stallion at the starting line Like a child with a lesson to learn It's got me looking to the great design Asking when it's gonna be my turn All of these dreams that I've been drinking up I've got that old uneasy feeling again Sipping honey from a poison cup But like the ringing of a Sunday choir Like a child with a lesson to learn It's burning in me like a July fire Someday it's gonna be my turn Maybe I'll find it in the canyonlands Or in the backyard of the grocery store I don't care if you're gonna cut me open Long as you remind me what I'm bleeding for There's someone out there with a book of matches And I'm a child with a finger to burn And when we're finished sweeping up these ashes Someday it's gonna be our turn Someday it's gonna be our turn Uh huh, someday it's gonna be our turn