On  my  way  to  the  train  Sunday  morning
Amsterdam  is  still  dreaming  of  last  night
As  the  rain  hits  the  ground  at  the  station
we  realized  I  had  left  something  behind
Missing  another  piece
Sometimes  I  feel  like  a  puzzle
oooo...
Broken  and  incomplete
Looking  for  the  edges  tonight
Take  me  home,forgotten  roads
Put  me  back  together  again
I ’m  alone,so  alone  out  there
I  came  to  find  a  piece  of  mind
But  lost  another  in  the  end
Cause  the  world  keeps  turning
Turning  on  me......
Standing  by  with  the  ghost  on  the  jetway
London  fog  keeps  me  stranded  on  the  ground
I  fold  the  map  and  make  the  world  a  little  smaller
But  it  doesn ’t  help,I ’m  nowhere  to  be  found
Missing  another  piece
Sometimes  I  feel  like  a  puzzle
Broken  and  incomplete
Looking  for  myself  tonight
Take  me  home,forgotten  roads
Put  me  back  together  again
I ’m  alone,so  alone  out  there
I  came  to  find  a  piece  of  mind
But  lost  another  in  the  end
Cause  the  world  keeps  turning
Turning  on  me
Forward  motion,it  takes  a  lot  to  move  a  little
In  forward  motion,finally  catching  up
I ’m  missing  another  piece
Sometimes  I  feel  like  a  puzzle
Take  me  home,forgotten  roads
Put  me  back  together  again
I ’m  alone,so  alone  out  there
I  came  to  find  a  piece  of  mind
But  lost  another  in  the  end
Cause  the  world  keeps  turning
Oh  the  world  keeps  turning
Turning  on  me