Spent

While my words run away, help me run with them Keep in step and stay, Just run with them Give your ears, as I say, far too much to them All these games, yes I play, far too much with them Round and round get a little bit high Round and round get a little bit dry Give me a plan, and a year, and I'll comfort them Give me a man, and all his fears, and I'll comfort him Ooo Remember now, that the words are gone, they were already said I forgot, my own name, who will comfort me?