The Dial
Sometimes I get to thinking there's a hand upon the dial
Every time I move forward something turns me back around
A warpath worn into a soft white cloud
A dream catcher lying on the roadside shoulder
And state line comes again, I pass through flying
Got to keep on top of it, it's almost night
The gas station hopping and the motel light
Flicking on and off again, a flare before me
And it just keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning
And it just keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning
Feedback burning in a dark blue sky
The theater curtains and the bar crowd forming
Sweat on the microphone, I lean back blind
In a state of unraveling a stolen story
Oh my god I go around again
There's a heavy wind and the rain keeps coming
Sing it soft so they all lean in, give them everything, give them all you got
And it just keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning
And it just keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning
Sometimes I get to thinking there's a hand upon the dial
Turn it down, let the truth come crashing
If I don't believe it then no one will
So I brace myself, til the next town passes
Every time I move forward something turns me back around
A warpath worn into a soft white cloud
A dream catcher lying on the roadside shoulder
And state line comes again, I pass through flying
Got to keep on top of it, it's almost night
The gas station hopping and the motel light
Flicking on and off again, a flare before me
And it just keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning
And it just keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning
Feedback burning in a dark blue sky
The theater curtains and the bar crowd forming
Sweat on the microphone, I lean back blind
In a state of unraveling a stolen story
Oh my god I go around again
There's a heavy wind and the rain keeps coming
Sing it soft so they all lean in, give them everything, give them all you got
And it just keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning
And it just keeps turning around
Keeps turning around
Keeps turning
Sometimes I get to thinking there's a hand upon the dial
Turn it down, let the truth come crashing
If I don't believe it then no one will
So I brace myself, til the next town passes
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Writer(s): Anna Tivel
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