Lyrics
I cannot sleep in borrowed rooms So I take the stairs instead Eleven flights of carpet And the whispering of thread The lift is for the sleepers And the stairs are for the rest For the ones whose thoughts keep turning Like a clock inside the chest Round and round the stairwell Round and round I go Up toward the lonely rooftop Down to the lobby's glow Restless as a train that has No station left to know Round and round the stairwell Round and round I go A porter nods in passing With a tray of silver spoons He asks me nothing, bless him Beneath the paper moons The window on the landing Holds a city made of lights And I count them like a rosary Through the long and drifting nights Round and round the stairwell Round and round I go Up toward the lonely rooftop Down to the lobby's glow Restless as a train that has No station left to know Round and round the stairwell Round and round I go Maybe morning is a landing Where the turning finally stills Maybe all this pacing Is just the road inside me, standing still Round and round the stairwell Round and round I go Up toward the lonely rooftop Down to the lobby's glow Restless as a train that has No station left to know Round and round the stairwell Round and round I go Round I go Round I go