The dim city light would serve as our guide

Like gypsies making off with the moonlight

It always seems to come right down to this

A heavy hitter swings, but seems to miss

You cant help hoping you'll be the next one, and you'll be winning



We're tightly wound, going round and around

We're tightly wound, going round and around

We may break on the way up or on the way down

We're all going down, going down 



So face the breaks and we'll be better for it

Like an executioner on death row

It always seems to come right down to this

A heavy hitter swings, but seems to miss

You cant help hoping you'll be the next one, and you'll be winning



We're tightly wound, going round and around

We're tightly wound, going round and around

We may break on the way up or on the way down

We're all going down, going down 



So don't cling to desperation

Just use your imagination

Your thoughts are what get you everything

But don't think you've got it coming



It always seems to come right down to this

A heavy hitter swings, but seems to miss

You cant help hoping you'll be the next one, and you'll be winning



We're tightly wound, going round and around

We're tightly wound, going round and around

We may break on the way up or on the way down

We're all going down, going down