Circle Song

I’m thinking
I’m thinking some
How the hero
Always dies young
And if not for his own gun
He got caught on the funny

Bone
You know I feel so alone
And in all my dreams
I see a thousand futures grow
How I wish to find my way back home
On my own

Accord
You know the pen is the sword
And if not for Bowie
Who’d know about the Norfolk Broads
How I wish to find my own Sweet Lord
Maybe abroad

Daylight
Ah, when’d it turn daylight
How long have I been going
Around in these circles tonight
Perhaps I flew too close to the light
I’m quiet
‘Cause I don’t waste words
Where lies the secret
You ask
It flies with the birds
Forever doomed to sing unheard

I thought
I thought I could be
The one that flew the nest
The one that could be free
But more wrong I could not be

Because I’m thinking
I’m thinking some
How all of my heroes
Always die young