Social Circles, phone plan circles, crop circles...pick one and join the fun.

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Not much of a story except while trying to complete my current CD Pop Junkie I got the notion of so many different circles of peoples and plans, and some seem oblivious that the others even exist. So I came up with this song. But it is always best to apply your own interpretation.

Many people draw circles in the sand
Hoping someone will read and understand
Hoping someone way up in the stars
Will find their way back home
But I know no one’s tuning in
There’s starlight static on the radio

Many spacemen flying through the sky
Hoping somehow to catch somebody’s eye
Hoping someone way down here on earth
Will find their way back home
But I know no one’s tuning in
They’re too busy telephone texting
Botox beauties all trying to look sexy

If you don’t believe that I receive then you’re naïve not listening to anything I’m saying
The circle’s calling
There’s nothing to fear no one comes near within this sphere please join me here bring your own beer I’m playing
The circle’s calling me

Far from me to guess why this is going on
It’s seems that no ones left even ET to phone home
I’m calling I’m calling
Oh man it seems I’ve got the number wrong
How I wish we all were tuning in
We’re all too busy butterfly fishing
To pick a star and start our wishing

Cause you don’t believe that I receive you are naïve not listening to anything I’m saying
The circle’s calling
There’s nothing to fear no one comes near within this sphere please join me here bring your own beer I’m playing
The circle’s calling me

Circles all around me
Circles all around me
Circles all around me

It’s high time we addressed our fear of little green men wearing scuba gear
Pack up your bags time to blast in space expand our minds and join a new race
Man grabs a bag from luggage rack it turns out it ain’t his he forgot to pack
He turns around gives up and heads home, don’t ask, don’t ask
Blue bird spreads his wings he flies away its high time he starts singing
He’s singing He’s singing