Imagine one perfect circle above the stratosphere, where lovers hide away and children cheer because the ground has melted where the devil stood,
Never mind the carnival in your old neighbourhood.
Come on, let's ride the circle slide,
Come on, let's ride...ride the circle slide.
Around my neck, against my heart, I wear a wooden cross...and sometimes I remember what freedom cost,
Shake off your golden shackles - children of time no more,
Consider now the crimson crown the man of sorrows wore.
Come on, let's ride the circle slide,
Come on, let's ride...ride the circle slide,
The circle slide, the circle slide.
Ten or twelve degrees below, I'm happy trudging through the snow,
I'll enter any chariot race,
You can see the pride on my face when I get through the fog.
I'm your sled dog,
You can take me for a ride,
You don't have to whip my hide,
Never tether me to the pole; I'm a free flying soul.
I know it's hard to imagine, but sometimes when you cry: fire in the heavens, oh, laughter in the sky,
Just let the wind blow through your spirit, let the sun shine on your face,
Let's look into each other's eyes and sing "Amazing Grace."
Come on, let's ride the circle slide,
Come on, let's ride...ride the circle slide,
Everybody ride the circle slide,
Come on, let's ride...ride the circle slide,
The circle slide, the circle slide.
