What a day, it's another whirlpool sinking through till the day is gone when I leave my bed to the sound of engines and the TV's on in another room.
Catch my breath as I board the van and I take my seat by the window side with a cigarette and another coffee I can shut my eyes and see the world go by
Whirlpool...
This is some existence never sure of the place I'm in bags packed and I'm up and leaving match my scowl with anothers grin Somewhere new, there's no explanation just a word or two from the big command and the window's fogged from the condensation from the air that's hot here inside the van Whirlpool . . .