Three score years standing on this ball
Moving at a hundred times the speed of sound
Spinning like a top
It never stops
And every day it comes around sideways at a thousand miles an hour
Leaning like a drunkard singing Danny Boy and shining
Like the moon in the night sky
Always looking for a bright side
Cos lately everybody's lost their minds
And I'm trying to find a reason to keep hanging on
The turns are getting tight, you know
What if i just closed my eyes and let go?
Like a jack in the box
Lid wide open and the spring unwound
Just hanging round in an atmosphere so rare
An atmosphere so rare
I remember sunny days
The finest music and the sweetest wine
Davey trod the grapes with his feet
And we drank it in the sunshine...
... and like thieves in the night
Our stories taller than our shadows
