The Circle
Look at the way the circle's bending.
No beginning and no ending.
If it all seems so far out and strange
I don't think it's ever going to change.
Look at the way we give our brothers
Help that hurts and love that smothers.
Farmers fence our sweet home on the range.
I don't think it's ever going to change.
Spinning wheels and tables turning.
Bridges we have crossed are burning.
Kings and castles changing squares.
No one sees and no one cares.
Shuffle the cards your world is made of.
Stare at the things you've been afraid of.
Snowflake castles melt and rearrange.
I don't think it's ever going to change.