Lyrics

As I wake each morning, falling flat on the ground
I’ve got this feeling now — that I should try turning things around

I then stumble and struggle, to gain a more clear vision
And hoping to glance my future, with better precision

When I view the world — Never seems to surprise
To see, see through your own eyes
You get me to arise
And see it go round — spinning clockwise

As I rise each morning, glancing…through…the…glass
I see all of my future — as well as my past

I want to face each day and watch the world go round
And show a few smiles – exchanged for those frowns

When I view the world — Never seems to surprise
To see, see through your own eyes
You get me to arise
And see it go round — spinning clockwise