We were sitting around a table
It was a dinner party or something
I said"we can face this round the other way"
And we pushed the room
Around
Earlier I saw a friend of mine
On the way to a show
He was carrying some speakers or something
I thought they looked like mine
This house sits on a platter
You can turn it this way and that
Its not easy
But if you push real hard
You could turn this room around
I slept one night in an old playhouse
In a room full of old shoes
It smelled of old shoes too
It wasnt so bad that room
I suppose it must have been a costume department
When I woke up from those dreams
And I started up my day
I couldnt shake the memories
Of those peculiar dreams
It was never any good to tell you
About my strange nocturnal places
Those nightly scraping landscapes
And murky hews
Never really did it for you
They never fit into
Your chromium plated
Forward sweeping run-around
But maybe I could turn you around
Or whats say you just stay put?
And I will
Turn
This room
Around