Spinning out gracefully. Going nowhere quickly. I'm older day by day. Still going back to my childhood way. Circuital. Round and round patiently. Getting lost by the guide. And I'm all worked up over nothing. Circuits. All in and out. Connect my body. Deep into the ground. Circuits. Connect the earth to the moon. And link our heavenly bodies. And not a moment too soon. Well you can fling open the windows. Or you can board them up. Satan's jeweled crown. Or Christ's humble cup. You think you'll find yourself out there. Out in the lion's den. In somebody's battle. Over belief systems. Or disappear into the vacuum. Total neutrality. The way you can't lose nothing. But nothing can be gained. Well anyway you cut it. We're just spinning around. Out on the circuits. Over the hollow grounds. Out on the circuits. Over the hollow grounds. Heading right back in the same place. That we started out. Right back in the same place. Right back in the same place. That we starting out. Let her know