Michael Woodhead


Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1965, 2019

Went in a circle hoping to find
Some way out of here
But, you know, we're lost again inside your mind
And we're still lost here in the blind
Still in a circle, feeling so low
Everything in pain
I can remember the rest of September
Here we are again

You will see me, too
But, if you stay with me
I'll take care of you

Now on a mobius, never an end
From our travelling minds
Here we sit from dawn till dusk and seem to cry
But, we never question why
Upon our feet we wander once more
And it starts to rain
I can remember the rest of November
Here we are again