iâ€™m on the trapeze of everyday. seven oâ€™clock came early with no sunrise. and to my surprise, i think i realized it was all of my own device. the flight was oh so long, and iâ€™m still hanginâ€™ on, to the arm of someone i donâ€™t even know. the feeble grind will slay the mind. how did i get this far off the ground? and to my surprise, i think i realized this is not the life that i need. and iâ€™m caught inside the circle and youâ€™re caught inside the circle and itâ€™s movinâ€™ on, itâ€™s â€™ on, itâ€™s life inside the circle. itâ€™s that time of year again. remember when we used to try to get out of this town? displaced burden girl, you know what itâ€™s like to wake up in the middle of the night.