Strange things have caught me eye
lots of things that won't apply

we've got artists without arts
new beginnings without starts

Those who love trouble
and some who want more
one who's no longer in love
and one who's heart is sore

One to leave you stuck in turmoil
another deeply rooted in the soil
A few that's spinning in the lost and found
one who knows he's loved but won't come around

Tables turning, bridges burning
still here we are
here we are