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Turning and turning And fighting to live Running and running And never forgive Spinning, my world is And always a-side Bold and confusing And hurting inside ‘Cause I’m walking on a very crooked path Where no two turns are ever the same Nothing can be calculated by any kind of math And I can’t go back from whence I came At the end of the day My mind rolls around inside Reeling and peeling from the synthetics I hide My feet are going to talk The way they always could Down the sidewalk to follow a new road Tunnels seem like roads through the sky When really they are bringing me further down It all feels like the very first day of summer When happiness flows through every sound Times to remember are countless and abound We watch while we wait Counting seconds until we feast And jolly will all of us be When finally we see what has become Of the neighbor and his cow next door They cry with joy When all are reunited Because we all are turning And running from the past We all are spinning And to the wind are cast Turning and turning And fighting to live Watch the world turn Feel the fire burn Listen to the engine churn Ne’er a concern One path leads to another; so strangely they combine Both came from different directions; here they intertwine The forest holds the stories of a thousand triumphs And an equal number of ones who failed Yet the paths which lead us through the tangled woods Bears naught but name and direction The next turn is not to be seen It could not be deciphered from the past When walking one bears not triumph nor failure So strive on until the breath you breathe is your last |