(原詩)

Got a skin of sun
I'm breathin cellophane
Got a fadin' tan
To offer to the rain
Who's the referee
When winter plays the ball?
Runnin' out of time
To celebrate the fall
Out of the roundabout
Out of the roundabout

Got a cotton hat
To wear all year round
Got a time disease
That keeps me upside-down
And the willow trees
Are spittin' out some green
I would give a look
But springtime looks a scream
Out of the roundabout
Out of the roundabout

Now all the seasons run together
And the middle days are gone
Without our weather repetitions
I can't shake my dice
Can't skip a line no no no no no

Had my bicycle risin'
Fast wheelin' and climbin'
The equinox hurdles
Over gates of heat

Even numbers to bring out
And courses to follow
In search of the days
Before I missed their beat

I ran into a black cat
Good taste for all timing
His ivory shaker
Couldn't pour out rain

I've been truckin' and trackin'
Still missin' the rhythm
Of changes that used to
Make me feel all right

(interlude)

I can't shake my dice
Can't skip a line no no no no no

I met birds on a cable
A dark feathered station
Time flown for migration
But they wouldn't fly

Askin' cherries and peaches
To work on their accents
A natural compass
But they fooled me good

I've been joggin' and jugglin'
Still missin' the rhythm
Of changes that used to
Make me feel all right

Now all the seasons run together
And the middle days are gone
Without our weather repetitions
I can't shake my dice
Can't skip a line no no no no no

(interlude)

Had my bicycle risin'
Fast wheelin' and climbin'
The equinox hurdles
Over gates of heat

Even numbers to bring out
And courses to follow
In search of the days
Before I missed their beat

I've been truckin' and trackin'
Still missin' the rhythm
Of changes that used to
Make me feel all right

I've been truckin' and trackin'
Still missin' the rhythm
Of changes that used to
Make me feel all right

(interlude)

Got a cotton hat
To wear all year round
Got a time disease
That keeps me upside-down
And the willow trees
Are spittin' out some green
I would give a look
But springtime looks a scream
Out of the roundabout
Out of the roundabout