The dim city light
would serve as our guide
six hundred candles
in the breeze
Like gypsies making
off with the moonlight
It always down
and we got the memories
It always seems to
come right down the best
A heavy hitter swings
but seems to miss
You can't help hoping
you'll be the next one
and you'll be winning
We're tightly wound going
round and around We're
tightly wound going round
and around We may break
on the way up or on
the way down We're all
going down going down
So face the breaks
and we'll be better for
take time and get
back all alone
it Like an executioner
on death row
(Repeat Refrain 1)
We're tightly wound going
round and around We're
tightly wound going round
and around We may break
on the way up or on
the way down We're all
going down going down
So don't cling to
desperation Just
use your imagination
Your thoughts are
what get you everything
But don't think
yeah yeah yeah yeah
don't cling to
desperation Just
use your imagination
It always seems to
but seems to miss
You can't help hoping
you'll be the next one
and you'll be winning
We're tightly wound going
round and around We're
tightly wound going round
and around We may break
on the way up or on
the way down We're all
going down going down
We're tightly wound going
round and around We're
tightly wound going round
and around We may break
on the way up or on
Bb(hold)