Joker’s Son

Well it was just me in my wooden room
But all I could see in it was just my own tune ball
How I needed some air, how I needed some care
But it was only me in my chair in my wooden room
I say

I keep spinning around where the first meets the last
I keep singing out loud if this is all that's past
A joker's son my coat's somewhere around town
I never won but I rest assure
That I can endure
The spinning
The spinning
The spinning
The spinning

You did bring the fire to my wooden room
You did bring the flame to line its gloom
How I sang

I keep spinning around where the first meets the last
I keep singing out loud if this is all that's past
A joker's son my coat's somewhere around town
I never won but I rest assure
That I can endure
The spinning
The spinning
The spinning
The spinning

Hold up your flame in my wooden room
Hold up your flame in my wooden room
Hold up your flame in my wooden room
Hold up your flame in my wooden room
Hold up your flame in my wooden room
Hold up your flame in my wooden room
Hold up your flame in my wooden room
Hold up your flame in my wooden room