Circle Of Desire

I want to go and find America, want to know it

Like I know the dusty backroads of my childhood home

Want to sail around the world, just a boat and boy and girl

Charting destiny in sand and foam

And maybe we’ll stop for a while on the coast

And learn to make fine wine

And maybe we’ll jump on a plane and come home

And sit right by the fire. . . Oh the circle of desire

I want to be the kind of mom who makes the faces

In the pancakes, and never takes a moment for granted

I want to sow the seeds of love, hold my honey’s hand and

Watch them come alive, all the hopes that we planted

Yet sometimes I see my life through single eyes, a wisp upon the breeze

Following every whim I please

So different but no higher . .

In this circle of desire, circle of desire

So much to do -- so much to find, a

And with each choice so much left behind

What is desire but a guide --

To where we’re supposed to be. .

I want to build a great big ballroom

And put my grand piano by the window, yeah I’ll sing to the lilacs

Want to overtip musicians and the waitresses

And little kids selling lemonade on the sidewalks

And maybe we’ll find that we’ve made millions we can share

Or we’ll live simply, light as air

But fueling every fire.... Oh the circle of desire

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, the circle of desire

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, the circle of desire

Ooh ooh ooh ooh, the circle of desire

Every great journey begins with one bold step . .

Into the circle of desire