In the wheel of turning circles

In an orbit of the moon

Through a maze of moving pathways

There floats a spinning spoon

In spite of its existence

A test for weary heads

A marker for the new man

The road ahead



Aye ya, ya ya ya ya

Aye ya, ya ya ya ya

Aye ya, ya ya ya ya

Aye ya, ya ya ya ya



In the middle of the star swarm

An overfill of life There'll be a blinkered star child

Balanced on a knife

Lost to all the glory

Inward looking eyes

Extroverted hero

Losing paradise



In the wheel of turning circles

In an orbit of the moon

Through a maze of moving pathways

There floats a spinning spoon

In spite of its existence

A test for weary heads

A marker for the new man

The road ahead



In the middle of the star swarm

An overfill of life

There'll be a blinkered star child

Balanced on a knife

Lost to all the glory

Inward looking eyes

Extroverted hero

Losing paradise



First and last

First and last

First and last

First and last....