Caught in the locked groove of this long season.nThese hours motions circle, still repeating.nnThe beat moves on itself.nThe beat moves on itself.nEvery day my love.nCrazy crazy days are gonenwhen I come home nand we're finally alone.nnAnd I'm caught in your arms safe from a morning.nNo one walks out on the tightrope today my love.nnThe beat moves on itself.nThe beat moves on itself.nEvery day my love.nCrazy crazy days are gonenwhen I come home.nCrazy crazy days are gonenwhen I come home.nnWe awoke at the edge of a summer.nNew days began to stretch their legsnand the tempo's changing to compensate.nThe needle finds the groove to free us tonight.nnWe awoke on the edge of this winter.nThe ice melts off and flows in like a song.nThe record plays but the needles old.nIt lets the player take control.nMove the speakers how they're told.nTo make us march for something more.nnMusic is a sedative nand you put out what you put in.