As the World Turns

I know this world is turning

Burning on the wild words, can't seem to explain

More than just an outline born of fear

I won't find solace here

There's one thing wrong, chosen few

I need soul to keep the whistle blown

And it's so long before my future's come

Drawn in sand and on and on

I know this world is turning

Burning on the wild words, can't seem to explain

More than just an outline born of fear

I won't find solace here

There's one thing wrong, chosen few

I need soul to keep the whistle blown

And it's so long before my future's come

Drawn in sand and on and on