We circle over and over Desperate I return to you Broken I return to you But still I return to you What will it take to escape you What will it take Once more alone As the memories weave and fade away

I'm never gonna dance again Guilty feet have got no rhythm Though it's easy to pretend And waste this chance that I've been given So I'm never gonna dance again The way I danced with you I feel so unsure As I take your hand and lead you to the dance

Yes I eat cow, I am not proud. Fill me in on your new vision Wake me up with indecision Help me trust your mighty wisdom Take my hand and give it cleaning Easy in an easy chair Poop as hard as rock

Well I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time Sometimes I wonder is this the end of the line No one should take advantage of who they are No man has got it made If he thinks he does, he's wrong Every mother's son better hear what I say

I've got the moves like Jagger Take me by the tongue and I'll know you Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you all the moves like Jagger I don't need to try to control you Look into my eyes and I'll own you with them moves like Jagger But if I share

I want you to know Who's to say where the wind will take you Who's to say what it is will break you Who's to know when the time's come around Don't want to see you cry I know that this is not goodbye Something is about to give I can feel it coming I

(Takin' my time) You'll forget about me after I've been gone And I take what I find, I don't want no more It's been such a long time I think I should be goin', yeah And time doesn't wait for me, it keeps on rollin' Sail on, on a distant highway I've got

Our love for each other Until we find A way to move, yah Will have ro improove This ya roots rock reggae Cot the groove, yah You better take warning No time to loose, wo yea Watch the middle east It start from there

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

If you can tell me something worth fighting for Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head Honey, all the movements you're starting to make See me crumble and fall on my face And I know the mistakes that I made See it all disappear without a trace And