Actual lyrics, as taken from the digital CD booklet:
I’m blessed with a heart that doesn’t stop
My mind is a weather vane it spins around just like a top
Knows what the winds of fortune bring in the season of the witch
Home is a perjury, a parlor trick, an urban myth
Oh how the circumstances change
This world of smoke and steel and compromise and meter maids
I’m going to leave here for too long
Zigzagging toward the light I’m off to sing my bounder song
True love it hides like city stars
Nothing to gaze upon or contemplate how near or far
If it comes it comes quite unannounced, a momentary glance
Lit up by sun or moon by bonfire or ambulance
Then how the circumstances change
Feels unmistakable with no idea from where it came
But you will know it when it’s gone
Zigzagging through the night half dead you sing your bounder song
Save for the bounder whose word is never kept
A bandeau of flowers to stave his mind and bloom when he forgets
It’s true that shadows tell the time
On sunny afternoons on crowded sidewalks passersby
I’m in a queue that stretches out far as the eye can see
It forms a figure eight and goes on for eternity
Oh how the circumstances change
I fly by interstate across a purple mountain range
I’ll find a place to come undone
Zigzagging toward you now I sing out loud my bounder song
Actual lyrics, as taken from the digital CD booklet:
I’m blessed with a heart that doesn’t stop My mind is a weather vane it spins around just like a top Knows what the winds of fortune bring in the season of the witch Home is a perjury, a parlor trick, an urban myth
Oh how the circumstances change This world of smoke and steel and compromise and meter maids I’m going to leave here for too long Zigzagging toward the light I’m off to sing my bounder song
True love it hides like city stars Nothing to gaze upon or contemplate how near or far If it comes it comes quite unannounced, a momentary glance Lit up by sun or moon by bonfire or ambulance
Then how the circumstances change Feels unmistakable with no idea from where it came But you will know it when it’s gone Zigzagging through the night half dead you sing your bounder song
Save for the bounder whose word is never kept A bandeau of flowers to stave his mind and bloom when he forgets
It’s true that shadows tell the time On sunny afternoons on crowded sidewalks passersby I’m in a queue that stretches out far as the eye can see It forms a figure eight and goes on for eternity
Oh how the circumstances change I fly by interstate across a purple mountain range I’ll find a place to come undone Zigzagging toward you now I sing out loud my bounder song