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