Tommy Richman - seems like time moves forever. (mynameisntjmack)

You're not coming back around (in the future)
Spin me along, safe and sound, sound
And just when you call, when you call my name (in the future)
And nothing was the same, I'm going back, and nothing was the same anymore
I'm going back to a place we're calling home
There's no strings attached, heart attack
Shoot me down, but the coming around
And shot me down, but how 'bout now?