text: My room is round when I lay down, when I wake up it’s square
  When I go outside it’s on a spiral set of stairs
  The people that surround me are waiting out there
  In a round room they can’t find me anywhere
  Right angle rooms drive me crazier each day
  Put me in a box I know I’m never going to play
  Put me in a square room and I won’t know what to say
  I want a round room at the end of the day
  I had an apartment, four corners on the walls
  Couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep there at all
  I want a curve to the place where I stay
  I want a round room at the end of the day
  If I pass out take me to the Round Church
  Where echoes resound
  And my spirit is found
  And when I float high
  Take my arm and I’ll fly you by
  The outskirts of town, to a garden that’s round
  I went to the lighthouse and I liked the view
  I looked out the window and I could see you
  Put me in a square house and I won’t have a clue
  I want a round room just to be with you