Lyrics:

No straw to gold
Round parts like these here
A burnt out bus sticks up
Sundial in the weir
Losing a game
We're not playing
Gone to seed
Twisting in the wind
Autumn to autumn
They slowly disappear
Abandoning a boat
That got too hard to steer
Losing a game
They're not playing
Gone to seed
Twisting in the wind
But on the darkest night
I see most clear
The way to anywhere but here
I'm blinded
To the big picture
But just before morning Jupiter
The circus used to stop by
In the banner years
But nothing sacred
Left to sober
The sightseer here
I'm a losing game
I was not playing
Gone to seed
Twisting in the wind
But on the darkest night
I see most clear
The way to anywhere but here
I'm blinded
To the big picture
But just before morning Jupiter
Surely it can't get any worse
90 days on this earth
The healing begins with admitting, I hear
So just before morning clear

On the darkest night
I see most clear
The way to anywhere but here

Jupiter
Jupiter
Jupiter
Jupiter
Jupiter
Uninterrupted between us and the heavens