Spin

You try to make your own way
Day after day, week after week
You try to find a parking spot
Seems like a little, but feels like a lot
All those things in your life
Adding up on your shoulders
I've been feelin' what your feeling too
And so I wrote this little spin for ya:

On and on, and on, and on, and on...
So tired that you can't believe
Just crack a smile and pick up your feet
On and on and on and on and on...
An elliptical philosophy
You gotta keep spinnin, you keep spinnin

Keep your chin up, or do a push-up
Whatever you think you need to do
Feeling like the only one
Remember all the folks before me and you, oh
Think of all the things they've done
Between the settings of the sun
The world can be a magic place
But you gotta keep on running in the race

On and on, and on, and on, and on...
So tired that you can't believe
Crack a smile and pick up your feet

On and on, and on, and on, and on...
An elliptical philosophy
You gotta keep spinnin, oh you keep spinnin
You gotta keep spinnin, oh you keep spinnin

When you're feelin' down, everyone's around
To make you laugh like a clown
But when you're feelin' great, that's when they bring the hate
Jealous of what you might have found
Everybody wants to be, the king and queen of the kingdom
But we've all got the same king
Spinning the world for everyone to sing

Spinning the world for everyone to sing
Spinning the world for everyone to sing