In the wheel of turning circles  In an orbit of the moon  Through a maze of moving pathways  There floats a spinning spoon  In spite of its existence  A test for weary heads  A marker for the new man  The road ahead    Aye ya, ya ya ya ya  Aye ya, ya ya ya ya  Aye ya, ya ya ya ya  Aye ya, ya ya ya ya    In the middle of the star swarm  An overfill of life There'll be a blinkered star child  Balanced on a knife  Lost to all the glory  Inward looking eyes  Extroverted hero  Losing paradise    In the wheel of turning circles  In an orbit of the moon  Through a maze of moving pathways  There floats a spinning spoon  In spite of its existence  A test for weary heads  A marker for the new man  The road ahead    In the middle of the star swarm  An overfill of life  There'll be a blinkered star child  Balanced on a knife  Lost to all the glory  Inward looking eyes  Extroverted hero  Losing paradise     First and last  First and last  First and last   First and last....