You feel to find the handle Of the thing you touch to pray One day you find your hand gone blind But they still can talk a tale They can tell it on a mountain Stone white lies Little books with caps so thick You can climb them to sky Whats the point of race cars Rocket ships and rock'n'roll Telephones, no speed of light The truth cannot be told Time just keeps on keepin' on World keeps turnin' round These tiny lives that turn em down Shiftin in they spin around Take a hold Take a hold of me When the world is turnin' faster Than a world should be (Repeat)