And my keys, they don't turn the lock
And I am still an open book
Perhaps I don't want them to
And I am still an open book
I wish that I'd turned corners
Soon they'll smash on the ground
Inside
These plates that I'm spinnin'
And you can have a secret look
And you can have a secret look
These plates that I'm spinnin'
It's this drunken procession
Soon they'll smash on the ground
Make a loud crashing sound
Well, my life keeps on spinnin'
And I don't feel so debonair
Inside
I sit and raise another glass
Oh, the marching band stomps down the block
Inside
But I didn't make a fuss
And I am still an open book
Well, my life keeps on spinnin'
Inside
Inside
I can't learn my lessons
A funeral with no mourners
And I am still an open book
When it keeps haunting you
I can't learn my lessons
Well, my life keeps on spinnin'
And you can have a secret look
'Cause you don't dwell much on the past
Make a loud crashing sound
It's this drunken procession
My piano collects dust
Make a loud crashing sound
I can't learn my lessons
And you can have a secret look
To see the signs that warn us
Soon they'll smash on the ground
It's this drunken procession
And you can have a secret look
And makes the babies' cradles rock
And I am still an open book
As children make their way to class
These plates that I'm spinnin'
