The work is done and the record pressed Now you’re doing battle with the fickle press You’ve got to strike the hammers and pull the bow And another fool is just another show
It’s all the same And you’ve seen it before
And don’t it seem like too long a time since you were sweating in the streetlight? Too many dreams, not enough schemes And a bike with no gears to ride with the wheels going too slow
So, you tell ‘em: "I’m leaving London for Land’s End With a green tent and a violin I’m going to strike the hammers and pull the bow Just another day to forget this show And come back to me”
Come back to me Darling, come back to me Come back….
Now don’t it seem like to long a time since you were sweating in the spotlight? Too many jeers, not enough cheers But when you sing you’ve got nothing to hide Singing: "where does the time go? And where did the time go?”
Oh, darling, when will you ever learn? The grass is always greener, It’s everywhere you turn You’ll see it: Everything you’re sure of is up for change We’re all stuck on this spinning stage Spinning around and round And round and round and round