Spiraling - Peter Adams

I am king of leaving things behind

Where I have gone and you will find

Seven houses sitting in a row

Where I have gone and you will go

So how do you get by?

I’ll pretend that I was never here

Every single holy year

I am bored with everything in sight

My eyes go spiraling tonite

Oh what a lonely day

Tonite we ride for the millionth time

The moon is light for the desperate nite

As I stroll the sidewalks in a daze

And suck up all the radio waves,

Seven thoughts go shooting through the sky

Every one a life gone by

I live where the heavens bend