Circles Erratica Lyrics - Going Somewhere - Colin Hay

Sometimes I'm invisible, I'm nowhere to be seen 

And kick like a tin can in the shape of a man 

Trying so hard to break in so I can burst out 

Perspectives ever changing leaving me in doubt 

I've got a chronic disorder, I'm balanced between 

The edge of a razor, trying to cut clean 

I've got my eyes on the road, I'm trying to keep steady 

I've got my hands on the wheel 

I feel, I'm nearly ready 

Hope that me who's dreaming and that's not me who's screaming 

Want to wake up warm in a tattered down tarn 

Still for all the killing, there's nobody winning 

I want to spit it out, I want to scream and shout 

Lying in the gutter, I heard someone mutter 

We'll creep in the shadows trying to get home 

Like the swing in the see-saw, hard to keep steady 

With some rearranging 

I feel, I'm nearly ready 

Sometimes I'm invisible, I'm nowhere to be seen 

Kick like a tin can into a sugared man 

Hope that me who's dreaming and that's not me who's screaming 

I want to wake up warm in a tattered down tarn 

Lying in the gutter, I heard someone mutter 

We'll creep in the shadows trying to get home 

I've got my eyes on the road, I'm trying to keep steady 

I've got my hand, my hands on the wheel 

I feel, I'm nearly ready