Don't you know, there's no place I can go It's like I'm stuck on a merry-go-round Can't you see what it's doing to me? It's like the whole thing is getting me down Around and around it goes How to make it stop, nobody knows Grains of sand, cigarette in my hand Time is running, but I've run out of time No way out, better deal with the doubtful revolution Blowing my mind Rising sun, my TV is turned on Looks like I'm in for another spin Turned out right, better turn out the lights But all this turning is doing me in