World Spins Round
Someone’s in the corner of the basement,
been staring all night at the same four walls.
Another’s making coffee in the kitchen
staring at the phone, waiting for the call.
Someone’s taking whiskey shots and crying;
if he gets drunk enough his past might dissolve.
Another bows his head and starts mumbling,
“forgive me my Lord for I know I’ve done wrong.”
The sun sets daily, the world spins round.
The winds keep blowing, the world spins round.
The past is buried deep beneath the ground,
in the night’s dark silence, the world spins round.
Well, there’s a black man waiting on death row;
they don’t know his name, and he doesn’t know his crime.
Another car bomb in the paper,
another six dead for a war that’s a lie.
There’s a boy who just lost his mother,
prayed every night and she’s gone at 35;
her child’s staring down from the chimney
wondering what’s left to keep him alive.
War took our brother’s, the world spins round.
The fight keeps raging, the world spins round.
Gone forever the dead make no sound,
in the night’s dark silence, the world spins round.
Our fortune’s faded, the world spins round.
The candle’s burning, the world spins round.
In the smallest moments uncertain where we’re bound,
in the night’s dark silence, the world spins round.
Someone lost his job at the factory,
got kids to support; got food to buy.
Another is lonely and weeping
Can’t lift his head, can’t keep on trying.
Someone’s trapped in words once spoken
to a long lost lover swallowed by time.
Another has been all but forgotten
‘cause in prison he can’t touch the world outside.
The night is coming, the world spins round.
The stars are moving, the world spins round.
A mother’s dead son; her life crashing down,
in the night’s dark silence, the world spins round.
Truth and justice, casualties of war,
fathers are dying, but their sons long before.
A savior ain’t coming, he’s already here
The killers are preaching that the end is near.
As our brother’s are dying, the world spends round.
As their mother’s are weeping, the world spends round.
And whether you believe in heaven or in a hell beneath the ground,
in our most somber silence, the world spins round.