Down, down
Round and round
People meet you
When you pull into town
And go down, down
All around
Walk on the whirls
You'll fall to the ground
But some day
Two circles are the games we play
Circles are the only fickle thing
Down, down
Round and round
Everyone sings
To your hollow sound
And goes down, down
All around
Nobody there when
You come back around
Today
Two circles are the games we play
Circles are the only fickle thing
Two circles are the games we play
Circles are the only fickle thing
Down, down
Round and round
You're going
Down, down
Round and round
You're going
Down, down
Round and round
You're going
Down, down
Round and round
You're going
Down...
