The second of three songs thinking about my past. This song also makes some observations about the human race.
Story behind the song
The second of three songs thinking about my past.
This song also makes some observations about the human race and how we treat the planet and each other. Something that always gets me depressed and "Circle Back" to LOVE to help me feel better about us "funky lot of monkeys".
Lyrics
Sometimes people get treated for just who they are
Others see folks as a mirror, reflecting what they feel inside only from afar
We are such a funky lot of monkeys
Running around, think we know it all
Years from now I suppose we’ll think it’s funny
Tears run down for all our bad calls
Sometimes people get mistreated just for the color of their skin
We’re just children playing “dress up”, waiting to get big
We are such a funky lot of monkeys
Fumbling round with love, hate, compassion, dangerous tools
I drive around appalled at all I see
The more I drive, the more I circle back to you
Circling back, circling back to you
Circling back, circling back to you
I’m circling back but it can’t cut me loose
Circling back, I’m circling back to you
We are such a funky lot of monkeys
Smoking pot, working lots, watching some cartoon
I drive around appalled at all I see
The more I drive, the more I circle back to you
Circling back, circling back to you
Circling back, circling back to you
I’m circling back but it can’t cut me loose
Circling back, I’m circling back to you
Circling back, only to remain
But it’s you that I think of to keep myself sane
Circling back, circling back to you
Circling back, circling back to you