The Spins

How'd I get up here so high
I'm looking down from vertigo skies
I'm getting dizzy don't you know
We're all just spinning down below

I've done it again
Here come the spins
What kind of mess have I got myself in
I've done it again
Here come the spins
What kind of life have I got myself in

Maybe if I go for a walk
I could shake all of it off
The cold air helps
But it's not enough
To keep my spirits up

I feel it tight in my chest
I get a sense it's all for the best
Like a sucker punch to the head
I'm going down again

I've done it again
Here come the spins
What kind of mess have I got myself in
I've done it again
Here come the spins
What kind of life have I got myself in

Maybe if I go for a walk
I could shake all of it off
The cold air helps
But it's not enough
To keep my spirits up

I want to know all of them
I wish I could be paid to just talk about trees
We have pine-pines, and pine-firs, and pine-spruces
I see a spider of trees, trunks stuck together
Eight legs reaching out towards me

The air was stale like it always is
And it was cold outside
Even though it's July

I wander the ravine and look around
Trees abound
The mighty western red cedar towers above me but even it's a liar
(I could feel it in my neck but I don't like to complain)
Not a cedar, but a cypress
(I could feel it in my shoulders but I don't want to complain)

I've done it again
Here come the spins
What kind of mess have I got myself in
I've done it again
Here come the spins
What kind of life have I got myself in

Maybe if I go for a walk
I could shake all of it off
The cold air helps
But it's not enough
To keep my spirits up