Exit to Slide

Where is the way out? The back door. An exit to slide right out of. So close that I think I might have made It. Except I keep turning around To find that I never moved. These Days they grow stale and dull. My breath comes on credit. Overdue long ago. I've got grins for my ironies. An address for my fate. I'm always an hour too late, Too late. I've Got grins for my ironies. An address for my fate. I'm always an hour too late, Too late. Don't You see by now I'm wrecking again? It won't take long. Aren't you glad everything comes my way? I'm drawn to this forever at once. And all of it in between. I'm happy and living again when I look at The sky. Afraid I've been left behind. In a broken spaceship I can't control. Going in circles towards the sun. Going in circles towards the sun. Going in circles towards the sun. Going circles towards the sun