Mary Beth Maziarz Circle Of Desire
I want to go and find America, want to know it
Like I know the dusty backroads of my childhood home
Want to sail around the world, just a boat and boy and girl
Charting destiny in sand and foam
And maybe we’ll stop for a while on the coast
and learn to make fine wine
And maybe we’ll jump on a plane and come home
And sit right by the fire. . . Oh the circle of desire
I want to be the kind of mom who makes the faces
In the pancakes, and never takes a moment for granted
I want to sow the seeds of love, hold my honey’s hand and
Watch them come alive, all the hopes that we planted
Yet sometimes I see my life through single eyes, a wisp upon the breeze
Following every whim I please
So different but no higher . . .
In this circle of desire, circle of desire
So much to do -- so much to find, a
And with each choice so much left behind
What is desire but a guide --
To where we’re supposed to be. . .
I want to build a great big ballroom,
And put my grand piano by the window, yeah I’ll sing to the lilacs
Want to overtip musicians and the waitresses
And little kids selling lemonade on the sidewalks
And maybe we’ll find that we’ve made millions we can share
Or we’ll live simply, light as air,
But fueling every fire.... Oh the circle of desire
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, the circle of desire
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, the circle of desire
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, the circle of desire
Every great journey begins with one bold step . . .
Into the circle of desire
