i watch trains enter tunnels
like worms in earth
and i wish i could disappear


i could think of a thousand ways
to change my life
but i would still be here


though it gets old soon
i always find that i keep dancing round the root
dancing, spinning like a pinwheel
ever dancing round the root
i keep dancing round the root


like a sickness, long and low
my thoughts are still
and pool in sad, familiar ways


dull words repeating, time
and time, and time again
it's time to try another phrase


why should i run in place?
when instead i keep dancing round the root
dancing, spinning like a pinwheel
ever dancing round the root
i keep dancing round the root


oooo, like a pinwheel
round the root
oooo, ever dancing
round the root