Circle Wars Lyrics - Slingshot Professionals - Kelly Joe Phelps

The sidewalk coughed up weeds and cracks 

A book, a magazine and a penny and a dime 

Oh, and Carl looked behind him making sure the scene was empty 

Breathed a sigh of bewilderment noting that it was 

Not that he expected to see Anita coming up 

With a brown bull whip or a box of daffodils 

Yeah, the night quiet bruised his ears and forced him into alleys 

Where the gravel crunch was friendly under polished army heels 

Under polished army heels 

The steps on St. Andrews seemed the best bet 

Catch a little shut eye, Anita could sweat some 

Bleed a little inside or find him in the morning 

Hunkered down like a derelict with mustard on his chin 

Oh, then the concrete froze his ass through the holes in his pants 

Winter's not the best time to make a martyr's point 

Carl caught the corner where the wind wouldn't get him 

And he absentmindedly spun the ring 'round his finger with his thumb 

Yeah, with his thumb 

Tomcat screams like a baby in the backlot 

Just as Carl's dreams kick in tight 

The light keeps stuttering hailstones between the boughs of a maple 

So many voices in a one man night 

And he starts to see the fool behind the windshield 

One hand on the steering wheel another in the air 

Trying hard to catch the jet stream to make the flying easy 

But only grabbing hunger for another man's life 

For another man's life 

And Anita makes the corner 'cross from Jones wrecking yard 

She been walking half the night and oh, her legs are tired 

Why, she thinks, does Carl have to take it so hard? 

Is it me that makes him lose who he truly think he is? 

He's the same damn man he's always been 

And I love him like I always did, like always 

What on earth will make him feel satisfied? 

I love him like I always did, like I always did 

Like I always did 

She leans against the street light watching him sleep 

Watching him turn and turn in a tide pool 

And she slowly walks across the steps of St. Andrews 

And stands there looking a minute or so longer 

Yeah, she tugs on his coat sleeve, "Carl, please let's go" 

But she stands, oh, doesn't say a word 

And they walk side by side, not touching nor explaining 

Just walking home to face down the circle wars 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the circle wars