Turning Round

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 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
For dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground
Yes, it is