I remember when we had a lot of things to do ---
Impressed by all the words we read
And the heroes that we knew
Climb on your your dream --- a dream of our own making
To find a place that we could later lose
To whatever time would bring

We were seventeen and the cakeman was affecting you ---
Moving you to greater things (in a lesser way)
You had to prove
The clock struck summertime you were going round in circles now
Wishing you were seventeen at twenty-one, it was a long time gone
And now here you are you’re locked in your own excuse
The circle’s getting smaller every day
You’re busy planning the next fifty years
So stay the way you are and keep your head down to the same old ground
Just paint your picture boy until you find
A closed circle’s better than an open line

Yes stay the way you are I got a circle that’s the same as yours
It may be bigger, but I’ve more to lose
Who is the luckier man --- me or you?