The dim city light would serve as our guide
Like gypsies making off with the moonlight
It always seems to come right down to this
A heavy hitter swings, but seems to miss
You cant help hoping you´ll be the next one, and you´ll be winning

We´re tightly wound, going round and around
We´re tightly wound, going round and around
We may break on the way up or on the way down
We´re all going down, going down

So face the breaks and we´ll be better for it
Like an executioner on death row
It always seems to come right down to this
A heavy hitter swings, but seems to miss
You cant help hoping you´ll be the next one, and you´ll be winning

We´re tightly wound, going round and around
We´re tightly wound, going round and around
We may break on the way up or on the way down
We´re all going down, going down

So don´t cling to desperation
Just use your imagination
Your thoughts are what get you everything
But don´t think you´ve got it coming

It always seems to come right down to this
A heavy hitter swings, but seems to miss
You cant help hoping you´ll be the next one, and you´ll be winning

We´re tightly wound, going round and around
We´re tightly wound, going round and around
We may break on the way up or on the way down
We´re all going down, going down