Tables Will Turn - Todd Rundgren

Water, water everywhere and not a place to stand

My foundation rests on bedrock

But the bedrock rests on shifting sand

Once the mighty jungle gave way to the streets

Now the city’s a jungle again

Every time the cycle completes

It’s like nothing ever had changed

Tables will turn, tables will turn, tables will turn

Tables can turn

When will I learn that tables will turn

Tables can turn

It was always my hope to repay

All those favors that you would endow

Though I took what I could yesterday

Where are the crumbs when I’m so hungry now?

And the wind cries «Merry Christmas, Happy 4th of July»

When will I see you again?

Sometimes it’s not safe to fly 'til

Tables have turned

This is the law and we didn’t make it

But daily we twist it and bend it and brake it

And to prove just how little we understand it

We act as if it’s just like we planned it

We’re in a state of constant revolution

'Cause we got a small problem with our distribution

And if the balance of power needs arranging

Then the situation’s got to keep changing

And if you start messin' 'round with the ratio

It’s like tryin' to ride a seesaw solo

'Cause the further you get from the middle

You throw the balance off little by little

«Class distinctions come naturally»

You think that that can justify the inequity

And the sky grows black while the cities burn

And round and round and round, tables will turn

Tables will turn, tables will turn, tables will turn

Tables can turn

When will we learn?

Tables will turn

Tables can turn

Tables have turned, tables have turned, tables have turned

Tables are turned, don’t be concerned when

Tables have turned

Round and round and round, tables will turn