Have you no song, child? Come rest your head upon my knee Let me ask you why your weeping will never sheds a tear Your crystal ball ain't so clear? Runaround-round, Runaround-round-round Have you no love, child? Come place your hand upon my breast Let me ask you why do we crave the taste of another's lips Looking for our soul in someone else's skin? Runaround-round, Runaround-round Till we get dizzy and we all fall down Have you no home, child? Come hang your hat upon my head Let me ask you why the yellow lines feel like a ball & chain When you ain't got a mailbox to your name? Runaround round, Runaround round Till we get dizzy and we all fall down But put your ear to the ground And you will find your sound