I've been thinking about the past

And hanging for the future

In a town that moves too slow

And I'd rather get it on

Than to be just like I used to

These are things that move along

I'd rather sit right here and talk with you

Try and make some sense of what we do

Than to watch it slip right out my hands in two

Been on board for too many years

Lying, we're lying the same words down

Lying, lying them all around

Lying, lying the same words down

Lying, lying them all around

Round and round and round and round

Round and round and round and round and round and round and round

Round and round and round and round and round and round and round

Round and round and round and round and round and round and round

We just get used to the sound

We just get used to the sound

Pledge allegiance, perjure soul, small talk

Oftentimes the stones they roll leave marks

And I never seem to hear of something new

Been on board for too many years

Lying, we're lying the same words down

Lying, lying them all around

Lying, lying the same words down

Lying, lying them all around

Round and round and round and round and round and round and round

Round and round and round and round and round and round and round

We just get used to the sound

We just get used to the sound

Lying, we're lying the same words down

Lying, lying them all around

Lying, lying the same words down

Lying, lying them all around