Tightly Wound

The dim city light would serve as our guide Six hundred candles in the grid Like gypsies making off with the moonlight The night's gone but we've got the memories It always seems to come right down to this A heavy hitter swings but seems to miss You can't help hope that you'll be the next one And you'll be winning We're tightly wound, going 'round and around We're tightly wound, going 'round and around We may break on the way up or on the way down Going down, going down So face the breaks and we'll be better for it Check the tire and get back on the road Like an executioner on death row It always seems to come right down to this A heavy hitter swings but seems to miss You can't help hope that you'll be the next one And you'll be winning We're tightly wound, going 'round and around We're tightly wound, going 'round and around We may break on the way up or on the way down Going down, going down So don't cling to desperation, just use your imagination Your thoughts are what get you everything But don't think you've got it coming, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Don't cling to desperation, just use your imagination It always seems to come right down to this A heavy hitter swings but seems to miss You can't help hope that you'll be the next one And you'll be winning We're tightly wound, going 'round and around We're tightly wound, going 'round and around We may break on the way up or on the way down Going down, going down We're tightly wound, going 'round and around We're tightly wound, going 'round and around We may break on the way up or on the way down Going down, going down We're on the way down, going down, going down We're on the way down, going down, going down