Jupiter

No straw to gold

Round parts like these here

A burnt-out bus sticks up

Sundial in the weir

Losing a game we were not playing

Gone to seed

Twisting in the wind

Autumn to autumn

They slowly disappear

Abandoning a boat that got too hard to steer

Losing a game they were not playing

Gone to seed

Twisting in the wind

But on the darkest night, I see most clear

The way to anywhere but here

I'm blinded to the big picture

But just before morning

Jupiter

The circus used to stop by in the banner years

But nothing sacred

Left to sober the sightseer here

I'm a losing game I'm not playing

Gone to seed

Twisting in the wind

But on the darkest night, I see most clear

The way to anywhere but here

I'm blinded to the big picture

But just before morning

Jupiter

Surely it can't get any worse

90 days on this earth

The healing comes with admitting, I hear

So just before morning clear

On the darkest night, I see most clear

The way to anywhere but here

Jupiter

Jupiter

Jupiter

Jupiter

Jupiter