Peter Adams Spiraling
I am king of leaving things behind
Where I have gone and you will find
Seven houses sitting in a row
Where I have gone and you will go
So how do you get by?
I'll pretend that I was never here
Every single holy year
I am bored with everything in sight
My eyes go spiraling tonight
Oh what a lonely day
Tonight we ride for the millionth time
The moon is light for the desperate nite
As I stroll the sidewalks in a daze
And suck up all the radio waves
Seven thoughts go shooting through the sky
Every one a life gone by
I live where the heavens bend