River's getting higher, no wood for the fire
They saw the messiah
But I guess I missed him again
That brings my score to a hundred and ten
The water's getting closer
Better ring up the grocer, stack up the potatoes
Oh, Jack are you ever coming back
Will your operatic soul turn black
Keep me turning, oh keep me
Keep me burning, for your sun
Keep me turning
Don't you leave me till the very last
Keep me turning, I'm hanging on
Stop me yearning, I've had enough
Keep me turning
While I hand in my backstage pass
Children are smiling
Parents are wining, bow tie tying
For the big day ahead real soon
Is there really gonna be no room
I've got a ticket, just gotta get past the picket
They say that the trick is to walk in backwards
Like your walking out
I guess the lord's wearing glasses now
Keep me turning, oh keep me on
Keep me burning, for your sun
Keep me turning
Don't you leave me till the very last
Keep me turning, I'm hanging on
Stop me yearning, I've had enough
Keep me turning
While I hand in my backstage pass
Keep me turning, oh keep me on
Keep me burning, for your sun
Keep me turning
Don't you leave me till the very last
Keep me turning, I'm hanging on
Stop me yearning, I've had enough
Keep me turning
While I hand in my backstage pass
Keep me turning