Runaround
Have you no song, child?
Come rest your head upon my knee
Let me ask you why your weeping will never sheds a tear
Your crystal ball ain't so clear?
Runaround-round, Runaround-round-round
Have you no love, child?
Come place your hand upon my breast
Let me ask you why do we crave the taste of another's lips,
Looking for our soul in someone else's skin?
Runaround-round, Runaround-round
Till we get dizzy and we all fall down
Have you no home, child?
Come hang your hat upon my head
Let me ask you why the yellow lines feel like a ball & chain
When you ain't got a mailbox to your name?
Runaround round, Runaround round
Till we get dizzy and we all fall down
But put your ear to the ground
And you will find your sound