Circle of Quiet

Maybe you can tell my why I'm prone to wander

I'm like a gypsy to the bone

Every time I hear the rain amid the thunder

I want to run outside and shed my clothes

But I want to stay with you

Long enough to love you right

And I want to say to you

I love the patience in your eyes

Here I am standing in a circle of quiet

Where a truce is tactily observed

Standing in a circle of quiet

Waiting for the world to turn

Waiting for the world to turn

Waiting for the world to turn

And a hundred days and night could find me scattered

All around the world without a name

But you're more than just a feather in my hat

More than just a fetter on my frame

When I look up in the sky at night

I want to go out and chase the stars

But like the catcher in the rye

I want to stay where you are

There is no shadow of turning with thee

There is no shadow of turning