In the book, you read it, but you just can't see it,
Throw the pages in the fire, and you'll just see them burn,
It's a game you're playing, and I've heard what you're saying,
But that's not the kind of lesson that you're likely to learn.
Until you turn around in circles,
Turn around in circles,
Turn and find your way back home,
Until you turn around in circles,
Turn around in circles,
Turn and find your way back home.
It's a joke - the rat race; I can see it in your face,
Working hard to get somewhere you don't want to be,
Buy the house, the Mercedes, and impress all the ladies,
But there's more to life than money, and that's what you must see.
But now you turn around in circles,
Turn around in circles,
Turn and find your way back home,
Oh, now you turn around in circles,
Turn around in circles,
Turn and find your way back home.
Settle down, stop turning, 'cause I know what you're yearning for,
Stop for just a minute, focus your eyes, and you'll find your desire from the page in the fire,
Standing on the stone, with the sun in the sky.
And now you turn around in circles,
Turn around in circles,
Turn and find your way back home,
Oh, now you turn around in circles,
Turn around in circles,
Turn and find your way back home,
(etc.)
