Magic
Circle
Magic Circle, endless
love
Trip to Phoenix for a
promenade shove
A bucket of buckshot and
a crochet dove
A level, a hammer, and a
pair of suede gloves
Four on the floor and a
map light above me
Magic Circle plows lines
long
Fills my head with a
lamb light song
Seven gallons in a big
brass gong
If my love comes along
then I'll belong here
And if my love doesn't
last then I'll be home again
Magic Circle spilled my
grain
Breaking down for a
timely rain
Eleven jackals I could
not tame
Eleven tries turned out
the same
Pulled myself from La
Brea with a pulley and chain again