There's something on your mind
That's here at last then it's gone
And in the twisting of two straight lines
Not much changes
And even circumstance is
Subject to some chance
There's always someone who wants to dance
But there's a fortune to be had
From telling people you're sad
Well everyone wants a friend
They're like old pictures of dogs
Faded friendships and fog
Well there's one thing on your mind
But I'm off feeling tonight
In the twisting of two straight lines
Nothing changes
Even circumstance is subject to romance
There's always someone wanting
