Written by Walter Becker/Donald Fagen In the mornin' you go gunnin' For the man who stole your water And you fire 'till he is done in But they catch you at the border And the mourners are all singin' As they drag you by your feet But the hangman isn't hangin' So they put you on the street Chorus: You go back, Jack Do it again Wheel' turnin' round and 'round You go back, Jack Do it again When you know she's no climber Then you find your only friend In a room with your two timer And you're sure you're near the end Then you love a little wild one And she brings you only sorrow And all the time you know she's smilin' You'll be the one on your knees tomorrow Chorus: Du gehst back, back Do it again Wheel's turnin' round and round Du gehst back, back Do it again Now your swear and kick and beg us That you're not a gambling man Then you find you're back in Vegas With a handle in your hand Your black cards can make you money So you hide them when you're able In the land of milk and honey You must put them on the table You go back, Jack Do it again Das Rad Umschliesst den Kreis