Spinning Ground






Spinning 'round and 'round
I can't get off this ride
I'm sick with vertigo
I just wanna run and hide

Head's full of crazy things
Watch their political flings
A craving to see justice
That's never satisfied

Take me to the pilot - just get me out of here
take me to the prophet - to help me see things clear
Take me to a doctor - to see what's inside of me
Get me peace and quiet - just let the wind blow free

Let the winds blow free ...
 

I'm tired of being deceived
Lookin' the other way
I want to be relieved
From being led astray

I'll stand and shout it out now
I wanna tear you down
'Cause while you lay exposed
Then you'll appear the clown

Take me to the pilot - just get me out of here
take me to the prophet - to help me see things clear
Take me to a doctor - to see what's inside of me
Get me peace and quiet - just let the wind blow free

Let the winds blow free ...

Spinning 'round and 'round
Wanna run and hide
In a fast-forward show
Somebody stop this ride

Got my plastic sunglasses
My water-coloured tie-dye
As hist'ry repeats itself
Don't know if I should cry

Life's a sheer adventure
Blows me far from here
In God we trust - and in Lust
We hope the way's shown clear

No matter that we're older now
Life's a mystery
Through these walls of silence
Let the winds blow free ...

Let the winds blow free ...
 
 

Lyrics and Music by Tom Wentland and Al Tavers
copyright 1986 by TomAle Music/ Prodigy Productions
All Rights Reserved



 



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