Don McLean Follow

I feel like a spinning top or a Dreidel

The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle

You just slow down

Round and around the world you go

Spinning through the lives of the people you know

We all slow down

How you gonna keep on turning from day to day?

How you gonna keep from turning your life away?

No days you can borrow, no time you can buy.

No trust in tomorrow. It's a lie.

And I feel like I'm dippin' and divin'.

My sky shoes are spiked with lead heels.

I'm lost in this star car I'm drivin'.

But my air sole keeps pushin' big wheels.

My world is a constant confusion.

My mind is prepared to attack.

My past a persuasive illusion.

I'm watchin' the future it's black.

What do you know?

You know just what you perceive.

What can you show?

Nothing of what you believe.

And as you grow, each thread of life that you leave

Will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs

As you sell your soul and you sow your seeds

And you wound yourself and your loved one bleed

And your habits grow, and your conscience feeds

On all that you thought you should be

I never thought this could happen to me.

I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel.

The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle.

You just slow down.

Round and around the world you go

Spinning through the lives of the people you know.

We all slow down.

How you gonna keep on turning from day to day?

How you gonna keep from turning your life away? Oh..

I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel.

The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle.

You just slow down.