Lost in a circle from which I
I know not which way to
I can no longer drive so I
But the passengers must go on. They
canít afford to wait for me.
This is no way to
So I must do what I donít want
For it hurts for me to do it, but I
know I have to.
But not only for myself but for most
of all them.
For Iím afraid too let
anyone too close, for then they may only feel the soulful pain that tears
apart my lonely heart.
But the further I walk
away, the lonelier I become and every thing falls apart.
And so this means I need real help to fix
the broken car, so some day I can drive again.