Circle Song

I’m thinking I’m thinking some How the hero Always dies young And if not for his own gun He got caught on the funny Bone You know I feel so alone And in all my dreams I see a thousand futures grow How I wish to find my way back home On my own Accord You know the pen is the sword And if not for Bowie Who’d know about the Norfolk Broads How I wish to find my own Sweet Lord Maybe abroad Daylight Ah, when’d it turn daylight How long have I been going Around in these circles tonight Perhaps I flew too close to the light I’m quiet ‘Cause I don’t waste words Where lies the secret You ask It flies with the birds Forever doomed to sing unheard I thought I thought I could be The one that flew the nest The one that could be free But more wrong I could not be Because I’m thinking I’m thinking some How all of my heroes Always die young