Have you ever felt
Like a one-horse town has come your way
Come to stay?
In a wheelhouse big gears are grinding

Have you ever crossed a threshing room floor
When the dust hangs in the air?
Have you ever thought that you might be the clown
When the light hangs in the dust?

In a center ring across a hot floor
No one knows who you used to be
Or where you've been Or what you've done
Or the things that you've felt

Big gears grind