My Morning Jacket

Spinning out, gracefully
Going nowhere, quickly
I am older, day by day
Still going back to my childhood way
Circuital
Round and round patiently
Getting lost by the guide
And I'm all worked up over nothing
Circuits
All in and out
Connect my body
Deep into the ground
Circuits
Connect the Earth to the moon
And link our heavenly bodies
Not a moment too soon
Well you can fling open the windows
Or you can board them up
Saints to a crown
Or Christ’s humble cup