Oh the holy earth's a mural
seen from way up high
abstracted, natural, bas relief
witnessed from the sky
clouds that cast a single shadow
drifting, moving on the ground
creating an illusion
as the world goes round

Places where the folks inhabit
have a geometric grace
circles, squares, sometimes triangles
rules and lines in space
waterways and craggy mountains
seemingly reveal a plan
just as if somebody drew it
with a great big giant hand

Life's a repetition
it's an action of repeat
act of doing, act of saying
something bitter, something sweet
acts of life that keep occurring
ghosts appearing through the sound
waving at us from a distance
cause the whole wide world is round and round and round and round
the whole wide world is round

Generations generating
bring the people here en masse
we're living in a world
where everybody's second class
forming moving in a circle
ghosts appearing through the sound
waving at us from a distance
cause the whole wide world is round and round and round and round
the whole wide world is round

People came before us
leave their memories behind
actions done and actions written
acts impressed upon our mind
forming moving in a circle
ghosts appearing through the sound
waving at us from a distance
cause the whole wide world is round and round and round and round
the whole wide world is round

Round and round and round and round
the whole wide world is round