I'm jumping through hoops,
walking on high wires,
but I'm still putting out forest fires.
Biting my tongue, preaching to the choir,
but I'm still putting out forest fires.
I'm sinking like a stone.
Halfway gone, halfway home.
And the journey ends it alone.
Out alone.
I'm jumping through hoops,
walking on high wires,
but I'm still putting out forest fires.
Biting my tongue,
preaching to the choir,
but I'm still putting out forest fires.
I'm mincing all my words.
But
what is said is not what's heard.
It's all just quite absurd.
Yes, quite absurd.
Oh,
I'm jumping through hoops,
walking on high wires,
but I'm still putting out forest fires.
Biting my tongue,
preaching to the choir,
but I'm still putting out forest fires.
I'm still putting
out forest fires.
I'm still putting out- I'm still putting out.
I'm still putting out-
I'm still putting out.
I'm still putting out- I'm still putting out.
I'm still putting