Friday, September 25, 2009

Stuck in a holding pattern. Needing direction. Needing a helping hand. Needing somebody who cares. Is that so wrong?

Stuck, stuck in a holding pattern, going round and round...


Round And Round by Threshold


Can't rely on reality
Things ain't what they appear to be
When you visit please don't forget
The fragile mess of this nervous wreck

Who of you feels he's been here before?

Now I've been here twelve times or more
Life's becoming a bit of a bore
If the ceiling speaks please don't complain
He might just make me go back, round again

Who of you feels he's been here before?

Round and round and round again

The first million years
They were the worst
The second million years
They were the worst as well

Please don't ask 'cause I can't explain
Why I keep coming back again
Maybe it's 'cause when I roll the dice
I never get to throw afterlife

Who of you feels he's been here before?

Round and round and round

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