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