There's a switchman up around the bend

He gets you in the end every time

He rolls his snake's eyes and listens for your train

With broken fingers

He lurks and lingers

And crosses off your name

With eyes like magic eight balls

Floating dice of fate

You could try again but that's a train that's never late

Any day now

Your luck can change

There's no way out, there is no bargaining or trade

You're in the hands of the switchman tonight

And he can make you go wrong

And he can make you go right

A man builds a wall, and another knocks it down

We just go round and round

It's all the same

We're pinatas spinning in the wind

Blindfold children

Singing and spinning

They always get you in the end

And your candy shower burst

And sprinkles out your fate

And the switchman stirs awake

Any day now

Your track can change

There's no way out, there is no bargaining your fate

You're in the chorus of the switchman's little song

And he can make you go right

And he can make you go wrong

And all in all we all just fall like bowling pins

Like broken violins in the end

We can hold on like that old Parthenon

3 000 years strong, we just keep hanging on and on

And on and on

And on and on

And on and on

And on and on

And on and on

And on and on

Any day now

Your luck can change

There's no way out, there is no bargaining or trade

You're in the hands of the switchman tonight

And he can make you go wrong

And he can make you go right