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