| Song | Encircled |
| Artist | John Waite |
| Album | Rover's Return |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:J.Waite/J.Mccurry/J.Reagan | |
| In these days of wild roses | |
| I held a compass in my hand | |
| I had three wishes for a future | |
| That I won't need to understand | |
| And I've got holly green on blood red | |
| Manhattan Christmas on my arm | |
| My soul ain't worth saving | |
| Feels like I've lost my lucky charm | |
| And I've been living in the gutter | |
| I've been loaded like a gun | |
| I've been sliding down the mountain | |
| And it feels like kingdom come | |
| And I'm always fighting windmills | |
| Have to take it as it comes | |
| See I'm | |
| I'm encircled | |
| I am | |
| If you want me tell me | |
| Cause I can't play this game much longer | |
| Feels a lot like oblivion | |
| This feeling just keeps getting stronger | |
| And I've been living in the gutter | |
| Without American Express | |
| Heroes changing horses midstream | |
| I'm detached | |
| I'm second-guessed | |
| Won't you please come back and get me | |
| My whole world is in a mess | |
| See I'm | |
| I'm encircled | |
| This time I am | |
| I'm encircled | |
| In these days of wild roses | |
| I'm encircled | |
| Yeah | |
| And I've been living in the gutter | |
| I've been loaded like a gun | |
| I've been sliding down the mountain | |
| And it feels like kingdom come | |
| And I'm always fighting windmills | |
| Have to take it as it comes | |
| See I'm encircled | |
| This time I am | |
| I'm encircled | |
| I am | |
| In these days of wild roses | |
| I'm encircled | |
| I am | |
| I'm encircled | |
| In these of wild roses | |
| I am | |
| I am | |
| I am | |
| In these days I am | |
| I am | |
| Yeah | |
| I am |
| Written: J. Waite J. Mccurry J. Reagan | |
| In these days of wild roses | |
| I held a compass in my hand | |
| I had three wishes for a future | |
| That I won' t need to understand | |
| And I' ve got holly green on blood red | |
| Manhattan Christmas on my arm | |
| My soul ain' t worth saving | |
| Feels like I' ve lost my lucky charm | |
| And I' ve been living in the gutter | |
| I' ve been loaded like a gun | |
| I' ve been sliding down the mountain | |
| And it feels like kingdom come | |
| And I' m always fighting windmills | |
| Have to take it as it comes | |
| See I' m | |
| I' m encircled | |
| I am | |
| If you want me tell me | |
| Cause I can' t play this game much longer | |
| Feels a lot like oblivion | |
| This feeling just keeps getting stronger | |
| And I' ve been living in the gutter | |
| Without American Express | |
| Heroes changing horses midstream | |
| I' m detached | |
| I' m secondguessed | |
| Won' t you please come back and get me | |
| My whole world is in a mess | |
| See I' m | |
| I' m encircled | |
| This time I am | |
| I' m encircled | |
| In these days of wild roses | |
| I' m encircled | |
| Yeah | |
| And I' ve been living in the gutter | |
| I' ve been loaded like a gun | |
| I' ve been sliding down the mountain | |
| And it feels like kingdom come | |
| And I' m always fighting windmills | |
| Have to take it as it comes | |
| See I' m encircled | |
| This time I am | |
| I' m encircled | |
| I am | |
| In these days of wild roses | |
| I' m encircled | |
| I am | |
| I' m encircled | |
| In these of wild roses | |
| I am | |
| I am | |
| I am | |
| In these days I am | |
| I am | |
| Yeah | |
| I am |
| Written: J. Waite J. Mccurry J. Reagan | |
| In these days of wild roses | |
| I held a compass in my hand | |
| I had three wishes for a future | |
| That I won' t need to understand | |
| And I' ve got holly green on blood red | |
| Manhattan Christmas on my arm | |
| My soul ain' t worth saving | |
| Feels like I' ve lost my lucky charm | |
| And I' ve been living in the gutter | |
| I' ve been loaded like a gun | |
| I' ve been sliding down the mountain | |
| And it feels like kingdom come | |
| And I' m always fighting windmills | |
| Have to take it as it comes | |
| See I' m | |
| I' m encircled | |
| I am | |
| If you want me tell me | |
| Cause I can' t play this game much longer | |
| Feels a lot like oblivion | |
| This feeling just keeps getting stronger | |
| And I' ve been living in the gutter | |
| Without American Express | |
| Heroes changing horses midstream | |
| I' m detached | |
| I' m secondguessed | |
| Won' t you please come back and get me | |
| My whole world is in a mess | |
| See I' m | |
| I' m encircled | |
| This time I am | |
| I' m encircled | |
| In these days of wild roses | |
| I' m encircled | |
| Yeah | |
| And I' ve been living in the gutter | |
| I' ve been loaded like a gun | |
| I' ve been sliding down the mountain | |
| And it feels like kingdom come | |
| And I' m always fighting windmills | |
| Have to take it as it comes | |
| See I' m encircled | |
| This time I am | |
| I' m encircled | |
| I am | |
| In these days of wild roses | |
| I' m encircled | |
| I am | |
| I' m encircled | |
| In these of wild roses | |
| I am | |
| I am | |
| I am | |
| In these days I am | |
| I am | |
| Yeah | |
| I am |