Roundabout

I'm awake in bed The suns not even up Three hours until the alarm clock goes off What if I just slept Straight through the ringing mess Rolled over to hold you close And forget the rest I'm getting dressed My bags are packed The sense of urgency is thick on this morning I am in distress Put on my happy face The facade of grace Swallow the lump in my throat that's been building For the last ten days I don't want to go Can't we just carry on We could keep driving On the roundabout I don't want to go Can't we just carry on Just keep driving On the roundabout