Tourists - Round Round Blues

Ya got me running ya got me hiding

ya got me searching inside

hot nights laughing cold days crackling

no ones looking

no ones trying


Round round round blues

ya dragging ya feet ya got lead in ya shoes

bad town sad frown round blues

no one can win

no one can lose

when everybodys running

those round round blues

(ya keep me running in circles baby)


Tears unfolding your feeling old in

ya bored nightmares

melting chairs

crazy man on deserted station

his destination is understatement


Round round round blues

ya dragging ya feet ya got lead in ya shoes

bad town sad frown round blues

no one can win

no one can lose

when everybodys running

those round round blues

(ya keep me running in circles baby)


Metal feelings flaky ceilings

shaky leanings and dodgy dealings

children calling voices falling

ya of the wall in

some empty hall...


Round round round blues

ya dragging ya feet ya got lead in ya shoes

bad town sad frown round blues

no one can win

no one can lose

when everybodys running

those round round blues

(ya keep me running in circles baby