One man's sun is another man's rain,
One man's crazy makes another man sane,
And one man's isle is another man's sea,
One man's prison makes another man free indeed.
Now it takes a lot of hurting to make this world go 'round and round,
Your life goes on; the rain must fall on everyone,
But don't you cry - can't you see, baby, nothing good is free?
Don't be afraid of hurting; it makes the world go 'round.
Every time the world turns around, something good happens,
Pick yourself up off the ground; something good's happening,
Take some time to let things through; maybe something good could happen to you.
You shake your fist and curse the sky, and tell me you were born to die,
But your broken heart and tear-stained face are trophies in a better place,
Now this life's a thing of passion, mystery and grace.
Every time the world turns around, something good happens,
Pick yourself up off the ground; something good's happening,
Take some time to let things through; maybe something good could happen to you.
Men of sorrows, caught between two worlds,
We put our souls up on the shelf, oh,
Man of Sorrows hung between two thieves,
He took our scars upon himself.
I can't claim to know your pain, but I can love you just the same,
Please don't give in, 'cause time will tell,
Bitterness is a devil's hell,
Now were looking through the dark glass, and there's some things we can't see...but that's alright by me.
Every time the world turns around, something good happens,
Pick yourself up off the ground; something good's happening,
Every time the world turns around, something good happens,
Pick yourself up off the ground; something good's happening,
Something good's happening, something good's happening.
