Walking through the park shaking hands with trees
I've got no worries, they can't bother me
It's cold outside and I can feel the breeze
But I've got my cigarettes, my own source of heat
Walking 'round in circles will get you nowhere
But it's a great way to waste some time
Well I've done some soul searching and I've found
I think that's fine
I've got nothing
I've got nothing but time
You see my problem is
My mouth goes off like a gun
But if it gets me into too much trouble
I can always just run
Running 'round in circles gets you nowhere fast
And it's sure to leave you short of breath
Well if that means breathing no cold air
I'd run until there's nothing left
But I think for now
I think that for now that I'll just catch my breath
It's just like the sound
Of when a cigarette hits the water
The sizzling, fizzling out sounds like a
Lamb to the slaughter
But I can't get worked up
Over every little thing
I'll put myself back together
And I'll try again next spring
A great Atlanta band that is no more that was mixed and recorded by my good friend Jack Butler. Look him up at https://www.elance.com/s/jackgbutler/ Brother Brando