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