Our Heads Are Round

your dreams kill me! so deep and
profound our thoughts can change
direction cos our heads are round but
i ain't leaving i have nowhere to go

i don't need to be liked the stress is too
much but when shove comes to push
I don't know who to trust i ain't leaving
I have no where to go you know I'm
staying 'cos my feet are too sore

you can hound me, hound me but i'm
not going down our thoughts can
change direction because our heads
are round

it's a writer's life i can get my feet up it
makes sense to change but now I've
made my mind up i ain't leaving I
have nowhere to go you know I'm
staying because my boots just won't go!