Think hard on what you're saying We're victims all of our circumstances Third, forth and fifth chances Just one or two bad choices And lady luck forgets that you exist How long would you be missed? Down a dark lane off Broadway She warms her fingers by the fires glow At Bowery Mission Mainhouse She tells her tales of who she used to be Her life on broken dreams It all comes round again, it all comes round again It all comes round again, who's keeping score now Jenny Wren? If two strong towers can crumble down Then it's the same the world around The dust may fall by Sunday On Monday she'll be on her own again Another ode to men It all comes round again, it all comes round again It all comes round again, who's keeping score now Jenny Wren?