Maybe you can tell me why I'm prone to wander i'm like a gypsy to the bone every time i hear the rain amid the thunder i want to run outside and shed my clothes but i want to stay with you long enough to love you right and i want to say to you i love the patience in your eyes here i am standing in a circle of quiet where a truce is tacitly observed standing in a circle of quiet waiting for the world to turn waiting for the world to turn waiting for the world to turn and a hundred days and nights could find me scattered all around the world without a name but you're more than just a feather in my hat more than just a fetter on my frame when i look up in the sky at night i want to go chase the stars but like the catcher in the rye i want to stay where you are there is no shadow of turning with thee there is no shadow of turning Over The Rhine Circle Of Quiet