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