Sometimes I get to thinking there's a hand upon the dial Every time I move forward something turns me back around A warpath worn into a soft white cloud A dream catcher lying on the roadside shoulder And state line comes again, I pass through flying Got to keep on top of it, it's almost night The gas station hopping and the motel light Flicking on and off again, a flare before me And it just keeps turning around Keeps turning around Keeps turning around Keeps turning around Keeps turning And it just keeps turning around Keeps turning around Keeps turning Feedback burning in a dark blue sky The theater curtains and the bar crowd forming Sweat on the microphone, I lean back blind In a state of unraveling a stolen story Oh my god I go around again There's a heavy wind and the rain keeps coming Sing it soft so they all lean in, give them everything, give them all you got And it just keeps turning around Keeps turning around Keeps turning around Keeps turning And it just keeps turning around Keeps turning around Keeps turning Sometimes I get to thinking there's a hand upon the dial Turn it down, let the truth come crashing If I don't believe it then no one will So I brace myself, til the next town passes