Round and round and round we go
Sky above and earth below
To oversee the country, just hold on
Here’s our house and the playground
A memory of things to come
Listen to me, when you think it’s gone
Whatever comes of this
Tomorrow never knows
I’m far away and close
On your radio in a song that goes
We’re floating over waving hands
Slow rivers, flattest land
Hear what can be heard there on the ground
Bells are ringing, choirs singing
People bringing praise in churches
Listen to us, we believe in sound
Whatever comes of this
Tomorrow never knows
I’m far away and close
On your radio in a song that goes
Round and round
In cities and through towns
It all comes down to airwaves filled with sound
Whatever comes of this
Tomorrow never knows
I’m far away and close
On your radio in a song that goes