| Song | Circles Erratica |
| Artist | Colin Hay |
| Album | Going Somewhere |
| 作曲 : Hay | |
| Sometimes | |
| I'm invisible, | |
| I'm nowhere to be seen | |
| And kick like a tin can in the shape of a man | |
| Trying so hard to break in so | |
| I can burst out | |
| Perspectives ever changing leaving me in doubt | |
| I've got a chronic disorder, | |
| I'm balanced between | |
| The edge of a razor, trying to cut clean | |
| I've got my eyes on the road, | |
| I'm trying to keep steady | |
| I've got my hands on the wheel | |
| I feel, I'm nearly ready | |
| Hope that me who's dreaming and that's not me who's screaming | |
| Want to wake up warm in a tattered down tarn | |
| Still for all the killing, there's nobody winning | |
| I want to spit it out, | |
| I want to scream and shout | |
| Lying in the gutter, | |
| I heard someone mutter | |
| We'll creep in the shadows trying to get home | |
| Like the swing in the see-saw, hard to keep steady | |
| With some rearranging | |
| I feel, I'm nearly ready | |
| Sometimes | |
| I'm invisible, | |
| I'm nowhere to be seen | |
| Kick like a tin can into a sugared man | |
| Hope that me who's dreaming and that's not me who's screaming | |
| I want to wake up warm in a tattered down tarn | |
| Lying in the gutter, | |
| I heard someone mutter | |
| We'll creep in the shadows trying to get home | |
| I've got my eyes on the road, | |
| I'm trying to keep steady | |
| I've got my hand, my hands on the wheel | |
| I feel, I'm nearly ready |
| zuò qǔ : Hay | |
| Sometimes | |
| I' m invisible, | |
| I' m nowhere to be seen | |
| And kick like a tin can in the shape of a man | |
| Trying so hard to break in so | |
| I can burst out | |
| Perspectives ever changing leaving me in doubt | |
| I' ve got a chronic disorder, | |
| I' m balanced between | |
| The edge of a razor, trying to cut clean | |
| I' ve got my eyes on the road, | |
| I' m trying to keep steady | |
| I' ve got my hands on the wheel | |
| I feel, I' m nearly ready | |
| Hope that me who' s dreaming and that' s not me who' s screaming | |
| Want to wake up warm in a tattered down tarn | |
| Still for all the killing, there' s nobody winning | |
| I want to spit it out, | |
| I want to scream and shout | |
| Lying in the gutter, | |
| I heard someone mutter | |
| We' ll creep in the shadows trying to get home | |
| Like the swing in the seesaw, hard to keep steady | |
| With some rearranging | |
| I feel, I' m nearly ready | |
| Sometimes | |
| I' m invisible, | |
| I' m nowhere to be seen | |
| Kick like a tin can into a sugared man | |
| Hope that me who' s dreaming and that' s not me who' s screaming | |
| I want to wake up warm in a tattered down tarn | |
| Lying in the gutter, | |
| I heard someone mutter | |
| We' ll creep in the shadows trying to get home | |
| I' ve got my eyes on the road, | |
| I' m trying to keep steady | |
| I' ve got my hand, my hands on the wheel | |
| I feel, I' m nearly ready |