Caught in the locked groove of this long season
These hours motions circle, still repeating


The beat moves on itself
The beat moves on itself
Every day my love

Crazy, crazy days are gone
When I come home
And we're finally alone


And I'm caught in your arms, safe from a morning
No one walks out on the tightrope today my love


The beat moves on itself
The beat moves on itself

Every day my love
Crazy, crazy days are gone
When I come home

Crazy, crazy days are gone
When I come home


We awoke at the edge of a summer
New days began to stretch their legs
And the tempo's changing to compensate

The needle finds the groove to free us tonight

We awoke on the edge of this winter

The ice melts off and flows in like a song
The record plays but the needle's old
It lets the player take control

Move the speakers how they're told
To make us march for something more


Music is a sedative
And you put out what you put in