Round and round and round and round and round.... . History sits and she tells her stories. Bitter and twisted without power. Sitting, watching, feeding her jealous mouth.
I've had my fun. Had my day in the sun. Now my body's a map. Of a cracked Arizona. . Time running out. And I'm melting away. Melting away. I'm a human candle.
Gravity is working against me. And gravity wants to bring me down. Oh, I've never known what makes this man. With all the love that his heart can stand.