Circles

Going round in circles
Directions all messed up I go to ground on a bottle of wine
And drown myself in the flood
My frozen toes are beginning to melt
And think I’m catching a cold
Got oil on my feathers and I can’t fly
I gotta get back to your love
I’m a clown without a circus
There’s no-one to see my act
I can dance and sing and stand on my head
Nodbody knows where I’m at My frozen toes are beginning to melt
I think I’m catching a cold
Got oil on my feathers and I can’t fly
I gotta get back to your love
My days are long and lonely
And I feel so insecure
There ain’t nothing funny I’m losing you honey
I can’t laugh anymore
Old chang surely told me Not to mess with what you got
But I went stomping all over your head
Like a bull in a china shop