running in circles
going nowhere fast
round and round
I won't last

Spinning my wheels
like a clock
times my enemy
tick, tick tock

To make do
with what I got
that I do
and do alot

I guess I'll run
perhaps break the cycle

I could be stuck
or out of luck
still I run
and
run a muck

Wish I was in a square
so I could find an angle
instead of no escape
yea mabe something like a triangle

Oh well who knows
time comes and goes

So what if i'm in some nowhere land
I like being lost, you know and understand
so come on, don't be in a band
not when you could just grab my hand