Hawkwind - The demented man

The q^Amuestions asked but never known The f^Ameeling governs which way I'll g^Do ^AmEndless circles on my mind sp^Amiralling a downward climb, which w^Day I'll go. The th^Amoughts are there for you to find b^Amut you never know which way I'll g^Do

Those fl^Fashing lights are w^Emarning me But ^Fever bidding voices s^Emee You're c^Faught in a web of ^Ememptiness The t^Fales told the p^Emath you tread D^Foes it lead int^Emo your head' Or b^Fack to a world of ^Amemptiness'

Sm^Amiling faces watching me H^Amelping hands just wait and see, which w^Day I'll go Wh^Amite walls stretching in the sun W^Amas it that here I began which w^Day I'll go F^Amaintly voices plead with me ^Amever asking, ever see, which w^Day I'll go.