THE WHEEL

Motion sick again,
the constant runaround and furrowed brow 
has got me feeling weak.

I barely even sleep.
The stack of hats is taller, the list is longer,
I‘m dizzy from the heat.

A vicious cycle on repeat.

I need something new,
I need something new.
Not just some other shade of blue,
I need something new.

But new is not enough.
I need so much more than tried and trusted,
not some means of escape.

Not some garden gate
with its latch all busted, tired and rusted.
I’m ready for a change.

A vicious cycle on repeat,
let me off, I’m in pain.

I need something new,
I need something new.
Not just some other shade of blue,
I need something new.

Cause i can’t take this life upon the wheel.
No, I can't take this life upon the wheel,
it’s far too real.