Every day I walk the street Just to miss the line The mirror tells me I'm not drunk The paper says I'm fine The toilet is a minibar The carpet is a bed The devil got me on the run No reason to get sad And so the wheels keep turning – keep turning, keep turning And so my heart is burning The childhood is a distant dream The future is a script The plot is wishy-washy The actor gets no grip The producer tells me "You're OK!" Again I get the lie I'm acting like a kinky clown Did I miss the sign? And so the wheels keep turning – keep turning, keep turning And so my heart is burning