Tailspin - The Jayhawks

Well, they stood prepared as you took the chair

There was no need to satisfy you

I’ll be damned, though I held your hand

They felt the need to crucify you

You’re goin' down, baby, baby

You’re goin' down, baby, baby

You’re in a tailspin

Running out of your head

You’re in a tailspin

Running out of your head

You’re a fragile flower in its final hour

With no chance to taste the waters

Judge declared, «You'll get fifteen years

Join the lonely sons and daughters»

You’re goin' down, baby, baby

You’re goin' down, baby, baby

You’re in a tailspin

Running out of your head

You’re in a tailspin

Running out of your head

Smoke and mirrors couldn’t hide your tears

Your eyes only betray you

Long trip, you lost your grip

We’ve all been praying for you

You’re goin' down, baby, baby

You’re goin' down, baby, baby

You’re in a tailspin

Running out of your head

You’re in a tailspin

Running out of your head

You’re in a tailspin

Running out of your head

In a tailspin, baby

Running out of your head