| Circles and Carousels |
|---|
| I’ll try hard not to repeat myself |
| But I’m drawing circles in my mind |
| And they all look like carousels |
| With riders racing for the line |
| I’ve all but given up |
| On every last one |
| They’re coming 'round the bend |
| And off they go again |
| I see wheels |
| With no roads |
| I see houses |
| Filled with ghosts |
| I watch the news |
| See only crime |
| I hear the song |
| But not the rhyme |
| I’ve long since given up the war |
| If there’s someone still keeping score |
