Testo When Will It Be My Turn? Jim Glaser
When I was young,
I fell in love with the taste of applause,
From the first song Iâd sung,
It was sweet on my tongue.
Me and my dream,
Weâre still together, but all that weâre gettin',
Is older, it seems,
God, I do love to sing.
But it feels like Iâm getting nowhere:
Beating my head against a wall.
What do you give after you gave your all?
Tired of being lonely,
So many bridges I have burned.
I know Iâm ready: when will it be my turn?
Making the rounds,
Leaving my name and my songs,
And a part of me all over town:
Will they still turn me down?
Out on the road,
Working for nothing:
Just to be working is dumb, I suppose
It keeps me on my toes.
But it feels like Iâm getting nowhere:
Beating my head against a wall.
What do you give after you gave your all?
Tired of being lonely,
So many bridges I have burned.
I know Iâm ready: when will it be my turn?
There was a woman who said that she loved me,
And stayed for a time.
But she went away when she learned she could never,
Be first in my heart and my mind.
Now I lie in this nameless motel room and long for her touch.
After all of the years and the miles, I still miss her so much.
And it feels like Iâm getting nowhere:
Beating my head against a wall.
What do you give after you gave your all?
Tired of being lonely,
So many bridges I have burned.
I know Iâm ready: when will it be my turn?
