Allison

Allison, you got me running circles again.

I try to bring you back to earth again, my friend.

I call you up on the telephone

Trying to break up these lonely days on the road.

Talk, talking: the future near

It comes time to throw it down you're in the atmosphere.

Allison, you got me running circles again.

I try to bring you back to earth again, my friend.

Everyone knows Allison is fine

Even though she'll deny it most of the time.

Maybe that's why she's into me

Cuz I tell her straight with gravity:

Allison, you got me running circles again.

I try to bring you back to earth again, my friend.

And when I get you near, so faded and frail my dear

Facedown on a foggy mirror, you're gone.

Satellites and Allison float in the stars.

Earth must look like a marble up where you are.

Far from light. Far from love.

I bet it's cold up there. I'll send some gloves.

Allison, you got me running circles again.

I try to bring you back to earth again, my friend.