I used to walk in a straight line
Figured it out, don’t get me nowhere
You can make love and be mine
Give you my heart, don’t mean that you care
Went to school in a small town
Learning the word being told not to speak
Employed by a sad clown
Making enough to get back for next week
Chasing my tail
Chasing my tail
I had a goal that I went for
Running too fast, hit my head on a post
I had a personal manager
We split up the loot, yeah and he got the most
Breaking up and making up
Loving and leaving and loving again
Too easy to clean up
Having a ball and confessing a sin
Chasing my tail
Chasing my tail
I used to walk in a straight line
Figured it out, don’t get me nowhere
You can make love and be mine
Give you my heart, don’t mean that you care
Breaking up and making up
Loving and leaving and loving again
Too easy to clean up
Having a ball and confessing a sin
Chasing my tail
Chasing my tail
© Geoff Achison/John Arthur 1995