text: White roses and misty blue eyes
  Red mornins and nothing but grey skies
  A cup of coffee, your heart shot clean through
  Jacket you bought me gone daisy grey-blue
  Youre smiling now, but youll find out
  Theyll use you up and spit you out now
  Your heads spinning in diamonds and clouds
  But pretty soon it turns out
  Youll be coming down now, baby
  Youll be coming down
  What goes around, it comes around and
  Youll be coming down
  Easy street, a quick buck, and true lies
  Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies
  A silver plate of pearls, my golden child
  Its all yours, at least for a little while
  Youll be fine long as your pretty face holds out
  Then its going to get pretty cold out
  An endless stream of stars shooting by
  You got your hopes on high
  Youll be coming down now, baby
  Youll be coming down
  What goes around, it comes around and
  Youll be coming down
  For a while youll go sparkling by
  Just another pretty thing on high...
  Like a thief on Sunday morning
  It all falls apart with no warning
  Satin skys gone candy-apple green
  The crushed metal of your little flying machine
  Youll be coming down now, baby
  Youll be coming down
  What goes around, it comes around and
  Youll be coming down
  Youll be coming down now, baby
  Youll be coming down
  What goes around, it comes around and
  Youll be coming down