Don’t you know, there’s no place I can go
It’s like I’m stuck on a merry-go-round
Can’t you see what it’s doing to me?
It’s like the whole thing is getting me down
Around and around it goes
How to make it stop, nobody knows

Grains of sand, cigarette in my hand
Time is running, but I’ve run out of time
No way out, better deal with the doubtful revolution
Blowing my mind

Rising sun, my TV is turned on
Looks like I’m in for another spin
Turned out right, better turn out the lights
But all this turning is doing me in