Peter Adams

Spiraling

Peter Adams


I am king of leaving things behind 
Where I have gone and you will find
Seven houses sitting in a row 
Where I have gone and you will go 
So how do you get by? 

I'll pretend that I was never here
Every single holy year
I am bored with everything in sight
My eyes go spiraling tonite
Oh what a lonely day

Tonite we ride for the millionth time
The moon is light for the desperate nite

As I stroll the sidewalks in a daze 
And suck up all the radio waves,
Seven thoughts go shooting through the sky 
Every one a life gone by
I live where the heavens bend