At a time when the world seems to be spinnin' hopelessly out of control,

There's deceivers an' believers an' old in-betweeners,

That seem to have no place to go.

Well, it's the same old song, it's right an' it's wrong,

An' livin' is just somethin' that I do.

An' with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes,

An' I found myself in you.



I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars.

An' I've nearly gone up in smoke.

Now my hand's on the wheel, I've something that's real,

An' I feel like I'm goin' home.



An' in the shade of an oak down by the river,

Sit an old man an' a boy,

Settin' sail, spinnin' tales an' fishin' for whales,

With a lady they both enjoy.

Well, it's the same damn tune, it's the man in the moon.

It's the way that I feel about you.

An' with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes,

An' I found myself in you.



An' I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars.

An' I've nearly gone up in smoke.

Now my hand's on the wheel, I've something that's real,

An' I feel like I'm goin' home.



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