After the day is done and all
of the people gone
where do the heartbreaks go
when
the lights turn low
and the
night flows in,
it's a roundabout.

Spin me a silver disc
I'll risk one more bet on this,
a life or death
a wish to kiss
the impossible.

And try as I might I fail
it's never the head nor tail
the edge is where
I walk on air,
it's a roundabout.

I wait for the morning call, in
the rise of each day I fall
the lights grow dim
I'm him
again
it's a roundabout.

This present
that age brings to me
is one more
impossibility,
a misery
another time to see
that
it's a roundabout.