I play a round to help the notes fall out
I play a round to help the notes fall out
Round after round, round after round
Round after round, round after round
The rhythm of the machine keeps trying to get us clean
Knocks out the dirt from each seam
Rinse, spin, repeat
Round after round, round after round
Round after round, round after round
The fighter drops to one knee, but not down completely
Hurries to stumbling feet
Just to take a new blow to the cheek
Round after round, round after round
Round after round, round after round
Am I a writer, a dancer, a fool?
Am I the hands or the clay or the tool?
Am I a writer, a dancer, a fool?
Am I the hands or the clay or the tool?
Round after round, round after round
Round after round, round after round
Round after round, after round
After round, after round, after round
After round, after round
Round, round, round, round
I play a round to help the notes fall out
I play a round to help the notes fall out