Sometimes I think this cycle never ends   We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again   And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth   The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse      But if I move my place in line I'll lose   And I have waited the anticipation's got me glued      I am waiting for something to go wrong   I am waiting for familiar resolve      Sometimes it seems that I don't have the skills to recollect   The twists and turns of plot that turned us from lovers to friends   I am thinking I should take that volume back up off the shelf   And crack its weary spine and read to help remind myself      But if I move, my place in line, I'll lose   And I have waited the anticipation's got me glued      I am waiting for something to go wrong   I am waiting for familiar resolve   I am waiting for another repeat,    Another diet fed by crippling defeat   And I am waiting for that sense of relief   I am waiting for you to flee the scene   As if you held in your hand the smoking gun   And on the floor laid the one you said you loved...      And what's strange is they're all basically the same   So I don't ask names anymore      Sometimes I think this cycle never ends   We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again   And it seems by the time that I have figured what its worth   The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse