Calling out for someone Asking, "Shall I run?" But the words that I used Got lost and confused And they fell to the ground Spinning round and round And the church stands still At the top of Greyhound Hill I've got a situation You're in the same thing too I'd like a reservation So I can spend some time with you Time with you Time has no reason Winter, no season But the circles move fast And will soon be past Like the lovers who are lost They all pay the cost And my friends, all the best And the same to all the rest I've got a situation You're in the same thing too I'd like a reservation So I can spend some time with you Time with you