chugging up the turnagain again & again
and today the skies so gray
chugging up the turnagain again & again
and today the skies so gray
if you don't know why
how will anyone else
if you don't know why
we're not of this world
and we don't belong here
we know how to make sense
of the insensible
it's out of my hands
there's no blame in this
come as far as I can
sometimes you have to turn again
it must mean something
we keep arriving at this place
open a different door every time
only to end up here
we know we're rushing toward the edge
yet we're human, so human
we know we're rushing toward the end
driven by fundamental things
it must mean something
we keep arriving at this place
open a different door every time
only to end up here
we all want to be better
getting stronger every day
but as time goes on
it doesn't always work that way
we fight our way forward
only to slide back
we're made of such fragile stuff
but struggle makes us in the end
we're not of this world
and we don't belong here
we know how to make sense
of the insensible
it's out of my hands
there's no blame in this
I've come as far as I can
sometimes you have to turn around
sometimes you have to turn around
sometimes you have to turn around again
some times you have to turn again
some times you have to turn again
so much is colored by the weight of expectation
my head's in the clouds but my feet are on the ground
it must mean something
we keep arriving at this place
open a different door every time
only to end up here
it must mean something
we keep arriving at this place
open a different door every time
only to end up here
we know we're rushing toward the edge
yet we're human, so human
we know we're rushing toward the end
driven by fundamental things
it must mean something
we keep arriving at this place
open a different door every time
only to end up here

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