There’s a place, deep inside our minds
Where we create; then we send it into space
Just a trace, a thread slithering through time
No face, just tales of our beautiful kind
But, for now we’re spinning around
These same old towns
Just looking for a place to try again
We go round, and round, and round
We try up, we try down
And now we’re lost again
But that’s okay…
It’s a shame; yeah it’s a downright crime
The human shape, once considered divine
Just a crate, to contain the master’s time
No face, just a couple dollar signs
So, for now we’re spinning around
These same old towns
Just looking for a place to die again
They spin us round, and round, and round
We look forward, we look back
And now we’re lost again
But that’s okay…for now