Th e city streets are empty now.
The lights don't shine no more
and so the songs are way down
low turning tu rning turning.
A sound that flows into my mind the echoes of
the daylight
of everything that is alive in m y blue wo rld
I turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone.
Turn to stone when you coming home,
I can't go on.
Th e dying embers of the night a fire
that slowly fades till dawn
still glow upon the wall so
bright burning b urning burning
Th e tired streets that hide away
from here to everywhere they go
roll past my door into the day
in m y blue world
I turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone.
Turn to stone when you coming home,
I can't go on.
Turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone.
Yes, I'm turning to stone
'cause you ain't coming home.
Why you ain't coming home
if I'm turning to stone?
You've been gone for so long and
I can't carry on,
yes, I'm turning, I'm turning,
I'm turning to stone.
The dancing shadows on the wall the
two step in the hall
are all I see since you've been
gone turning t urning turning.
Th rough all I sit here and
I wait I turn to stone I turn to stone
You will return again
some day to my blue w orld
I turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone.
Turn to stone when you coming home,
I can't go on.
Turn to stone when you are gone,
I turn to stone.
