I’m not so sure about some "Am"s on this song but it goes. If your head spins round try to see the ground if you can My busy eyes missed her path through the air as she ran               My sensory mind is too old to cry Not ready to live and too strange to die So stop your doubt push the world on by With your hand It takes time to love and open minds to love And who’s got time on their hands Well life can be hard when you’re holes in a card In some electronic hand      You’ll wander around from place to place Disappear without a trace And someone else will take your place In line You can fool your friends about the way it ends But you can’t fool yourself Take your head in hand and make your own demands Or you’ll crystallize on the shelf      The freeway’s concrete way won’t show You where to run or how to go And running fast you’ll go down slow in the end Running fast you’ll go down slow in the end.