Circle

Circle

Upon the open road there'll be time to be alone

When home is just a dream you've left behind

And sometimes in the evening do you lie alone and grieve

When that single certain vision comes to mind?

Remembering a circle of lovers and of friends

And sometimes when you stumbled how they would pick you up again

I guess its still to soon to know if life could be that way

But that vision sometimes seems to far away.

Have you wondered through the nights where the roads have got no lights