Circles

Circles :

there are some alley cats running down the streets tonight

there's a band in a cellar trying to keep uptight

there's a man from the inside waiting to get old

he tries to write a story that has never been told

there's somebody on the phone who won't let me be

and the people next door they are watching tv

well, i think they're talking about the middle east

and it sounds just like a movie waiting for it's release

i've been moving round in circles

try to find a way back home

moving in a circus trying to find my way back home

but it's always the same

wherever i may roam

and it makes me feel like a dog

looking for his bone

hey my little friend, have you got time to waste

hey my little friend can you show me my place

guess there is no relief for a person like me

cause i'm the one who's cheated by the things i see

i've been moving round in circles

try to find a way back home

moving in a circus trying to find my way back home

but it's always the same wherever i may roam

it's always the same wherever i may roamit's always the same wherever i may roam

and it makes me feel like sometimes

i wish i'd never been born

there are some alley cats running down the streets tonight

and a band in a cellar trying to keep uptight

there's a man who's standing on a yellow brick road

and he tries to tell a story that has never been told

he tries to tell a story that has never been told

tries to tell a story that has never been told