London Restless - The Writer Lyrics

I never feel clever enough
To shape words and give 'em faces
Control to have no control
To find all the proper spaces
Run round, merry-go-round, your spinning wheels

Had a thought I already lost
The wave lengths are so evasive
Reach out, hands are like eyes
The texture, so abrasive
Run round, merry-go-round, your spinning wheels

Come to find out there is no right or wrong
All we have and all we are is holding on
To one last song

Try to climb in the back of your mind
The tall trees are demonstrations
Sway light in hurricane winds
Breathe right, you just might make it
Run round, merry-go-round, your spinning wheels

Run round, merry-go-round, your spinning wheels

Come to find out there is no right or wrong
All we have and all we are is holding on
Come to find out there is no right or wrong
All we have and all we are is holding on
To one last song