Circles
Down, down, round and round
People meet you when you pull into town
And go down, down, all around
Walk on the whirls you'll fall to the ground, but some day
Two circles are the games we play
Circles are the only fickle thing
Down, down, round and round
Everyone sings to your hollow sound
And goes down, down, all around
Nobody there when you come back around today
Two circles are the games we play
Circles are the only fickle thing
Two circles are the games we play
Circles are the only fickle thing
Two circles are the games we play
Circles are the only fickle thing
Down, down, round and round
You're going down, down, round and round
You're going down, down, round and round
You're going down, down, round and round
You're going down