Another Circle of Fifths Songtext
von Michael The Blind

I want to quit, but every time I'm at the end of my rope,
Well I find there's another rope,
Another circle of fifths, another hope,
Another letter for the printing press to dry-clean,
Another blip another bloom inside this beautiful machine.


I want the truth the whole and nothing but the truth,
But every time I get a clue I want for proof,
Another neverending story in the hunt for mother goose,
Another book for the executives to deep fry,
Another reason to have Christmas on the 4th of July.

You want to jet but every compass point's magnetic, and everything's so Copacetic where you're at,
Another impossible dream another flat paperback,
Another explosion for the industry to shrink wrap,
Another way to end the day, another fade to black.