How Come They Don't Touch The Ground

Marty Willson-Piper
(Castle Music/ASCAP)

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Lyrics (unofficial)

[rev. Apr. 21, 2015]

Even yesterday has gone away
Has tomorrow ever come
Will next week last forever
How come it's funny but it's not fun

Have the fingers slipped, has time been cut
Has the face misled the eye
Break the glass let me out of here
Why doesn't six come after five

Turning, turning
Round and round
My feet are burning
How come they don't touch the ground

I play a game on the paving stones
The cracks seem so small to me
I suddenly shrink and meet some insect friends
I need binoculars to see across what now is wide to me

They close the doors on another train
The windows dirty as the floor
You can play games with your reflections
But I don't do that anymore

Turning, turning
Round and round
My feet are burning
How come they don't touch the ground
How come they don't touch the ground

I got up to leave
But something I couldn't see
Stopped me, stopped me

Turning, turning
Round and round
My feet are burning
How come they don't touch the ground
[The last line is repeated many more times, sometimes with an extra "How come, how come" before it]