Revolving Man

Ah, revolving man,
don't you ever get ahead?
All your days are spent
in catching up the rent
Ah, revolve, revolve -
don't you ever get a Sunday
to read the paper and
jump into leaves or water?

You're laughing

Of course I'm laughing -
I'm happy
to revolve around my children,
to revolve around my love

Ah, revolving man,
don't you ever want to cry?
All your nights are spent
in catching up your breath
And the children need -
well, they're always needing something
Growing out of clothes
they grow into yesterday

You young ones don't believe in nothing
but freedom from yourselves
Where are you getting ahead to?
It's I who am sorry for you

And 'God is in His Heaven,
All's right with the world