Encircled - John Waite

In these days of wild roses

I held a compass in my hand

I had three wishes for a future

That I won’t need to understand

And I’ve got holly green on blood red

Manhattan Christmas on my arm

My soul ain’t worth saving

Feels like I’ve lost my lucky charm

And I’ve been living in the gutter

I’ve been loaded like a gun

I’ve been sliding down the mountain

And it feels like kingdom come

And I’m always fighting windmills

Have to take it as it comes

See I’m

I’m encircled

I am

If you want me tell me

Cause I can’t play this game much longer

Feels a lot like oblivion

This feeling just keeps getting stronger

And I’ve been living in the gutter

Without American Express

Heroes changing horses midstream

I’m detached

I’m second-guessed

Won’t you please come back and get me

My whole world is in a mess

See I’m

I’m encircled

This time I am

I’m encircled

In these days of wild roses

I’m encircled

Yeah

And I’ve been living in the gutter

I’ve been loaded like a gun

I’ve been sliding down the mountain

And it feels like kingdom come

And I’m always fighting windmills

Have to take it as it comes

See I’m encircled

This time I am

I’m encircled

I am

In these days of wild roses