Turning Round
Chris De Burgh
Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying
I thought I'd spend my whole life trying,
For flying is that ancient art of
keeping one foot on the ground...
Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying,
I thought I'd lose it all by sighing,
For lying is that ancient art of
hiding words that will never be found
Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying,
I thought I'd always dream of dying
For crying is that ancient art of
weeping rivers into the ground
Oh dying, I thought I'd never see that dying,
I thought I'd spend my whole life flying,
For dying is that ancient art of
keeping one world turning round
Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing
I thought I'd always be there crying,
For sighing is that ancient art of
breathing sadness all around
And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying,
I thought I could stop myself from lying,
For trying is that ancient art of
of proving that the world is round
Oh flying, oh oh, Lying, oh oh, crying, oh oh, sighing, oh oh,
Trying, oh oh, and dying, oh oh,