Meet me southeast on the downbeat With your cocky string vest intact Though you're handsome, there's a red sun And I can't help wonder what's next Then you ask me, what do you want From all our weekends in Whiskey South Told you I don't vouch for love, gee It takes too much of my power Oh, can't stay too long, I might stay in someone Round and round I go, got to set the tone In the hands of none, that's where I belong Spending nights in lonely castles Where I learn to sing my cry Sweet is sixty, don't attest me I could not sit still if I tried Learning to run before I could walk out Learning to cuss before I could talk it out No, no, no Oh, can't stay too long, I might stay in someone Round and round I go, got to set the tone In the hands of none, that's where I belong No hands, nobody cradles me like I can No, like I can No hands, nobody cradles me like I can No, like I can Oh, can't stay too long, I might stay in someone Round and round I go, got to set the tone In the hands of none, that's where I belong That's where I belong