An agressive nature does not make the weaker man a gladiator
Inside this misty circle
Well, here's looking at you
And all your schemes are undone
And you just can't pull my ideas down
Well take a good look within
And this is no place for me,
Oh, I just can't pull my ideas down!
They won't come down...
Look at this mess we're in
Oh Lord, I do declare
I've got rusted guitar strings, man
They're wound around my hair
And lately these days
I'm in so many empty spaces
I'm transfixed I see these ugly faces
That pull me down...
Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
My heads in the clouds, yeah I get misty
Just holding your hand
What can you do when you don't seem to fit
You fall to bits inside all because of it
Blame it on some ma**ive lack of confidence.
3 years from now, where will I be?
Who will behind me pulling me down?
Well I'm curious about how I got to be wrapped around
The lines on someone's hand.
Won't you tell me realistically
How long can I expect to be inside this misty circle?