We whirl the world, the world we whirl...
It all gets lost in a terrible twirl...
Can't see the sun for all the black smoke...
Can't see the dirt for all the dead folk...
Can't see the ocean, can't see the trees...
So here I stay, down on my knees...
Singing and singing...
We whirl the world, the world we whirl...
It all gets lost, lost in a blinding twirl...
A snarl in the dark...
A sad day in the park...
A stone reminder...
A horse's dirty blinder...
A child's empty hand...
A friend's stained armband...
The news of the day still on the stand...
Singing and singing...
We whirl the world, the world we whirl...
It all gets lost, lost in a bloody twirl...
What'll come around the bend?
Maybe some kind end...
More likely another whistle...
Magic! That turns men into gristle.
What can we do but sing and sing...
We whirl the world, the world we whirl...
It all gets lost and still we twirl!