Out of the roundabout - PFM Premiata Forneria Marconi

got a skin of sun

i’m breathing ceeophane

got a fadin' tan

to offer to the rain

who’s the refere

when winter plays the ball?

runnin out of time

to celebrate the fall

out of the roundabout

out of the roundabout

got a cotton hat

to wear all year round

got a time disease

that keeps me upsidedown

and the willow trees

are spittin' out some green

i would give a look

but springtime looks a scream

out of the roundabout

out of the roundabout

new all the seasons run together

and the middle days are gone

wothout our weather repetitions

i can’t shake my dice

can’t skip a line no no no no no …

had my bicycle risin'

fast wheelin' and climbin'

the equinox hurdles

over gates of heat

even numbrs to bring out

and courses to follow

in search of the days

before i missed their beat

i ran into a black cat

good taste for all timing

his ivory shaker

couldn’t pour out rain

i’ve been truckin' and trackin'

still missin' the rhythm

of changes that used to make me feel all right …

i met birds on a cable

a dark feathered station

time flown for migration

but they wouldn’t fly

askin' cherries and peaches

to work on their accents

a natural compass

but they fooled me good

i’ve been joggin' and jugglin'

still missin' the rhythm

of changes that used to make me feel all right …