Circles

We talk to much. We talk in circles

Till we're all spinning 'round

Reaching for reach, in this marry go round

We seem respent(?)

We call it progress

We seen this all before

When all said is done,

Leave cups on the floors

We set sail with no fixed star in sight

We drive by rail in candle light

We're building towers, with no foundation.

We're stacking stone on stone,

Whatever it takes

Makes our modern Books

True progress means, matching the world to

The vision in our heads

We always change,

When vision is dead;

We set sail with no fixed star in sight.

We drive by rail and candle light.