Lost Dogs Turn It Around
Jimmy’s eyes were round and bright
A sinister moon hangin’ low that night
Sneakin’ in and outa sight
Behind those maple trees
Mysterious jaunt off old 66
Headin’ straight into the heart of an orchard thick
I got to hopin’ that pretty quick
We would turn the RV around
The time has come, the time is now
To turn, turn, turn it around
The time has come, the time is now
To turn, turn, turn it around
Dark and eerie the night we drove
Down into the shadows of Isaac’s grove
Pondering the times when I knew I dove down
Deeper than I should have gone
A true voice whispers from somewhere inside
(You gotta do what’s right)
Pleadin’ with a man to do the thing that’s right
Run from darkness into the light
Find the Mother Road and just drive on
The time has come, the time is now
To turn, turn, turn it around
The time has come, the time is now
To turn, turn, turn it around…
