Von Mitchell - When the World Comes Around Lyrics

They didn't like the way I said my good-byes
They didn't like the way I said my hellos
They didn't like the way I dotted my i's
They didn't like the way I wrote my zeroes

Somewhere along the way it just stopped making sense
And all I could hear was this sound
I want to be there when they all finally get off the fence
I want to be there when the world comes around
When the world comes around now

This river's gonna flow where the water's gonna go
I guess downhill is the direction of choice
They don't like the way I'm silent as the cold winter snow
They don't like the way I don't use my voice

I'd say I care but I don't like to lie
I've got a notion that we're all glory-bound
I want to be there, as they say, when the pigs start to fly
I want to be there when the world comes around

I'm just minding my own business. I don't mean to offend
But maybe you should just lighten up
I've got no doctoral thesis that I care to defend
I'm still drinking from the same paper cup

It's you and me to the end. Wait and see
I'll catch you later-maybe on the rebound
I want to be there when you start breaking free
I want to be there when the world comes around

I'm not counting the days and I won't hold my breath
It's all in how the pendulum swings
It might be mind over matter but I'm still scared to death
Because you never know what yesterday brings

They never liked the way I played my guitar
Just like a stray dog escaping the pound
I want to be there with my bells on. Chances are you'll go far
I want to be there when the world comes around

You're lookin' down the barrel of a loaded gun
He's a surgeon like few that we've seen
He'll set you up to sit you down for some fun
The numbers are all but obscene

Once in a lifetime you might catch a glimpse
Of a shooting star alive on the mound
I want to be there on parade with a view from the blimps
I want to be there when the world comes around

A black man and an Indian stood next to me
On the day my brother said his "I do"
That's quite a picture on the ol' family tree
A Mexican was standing there too
Some people don't see color
I think they'd agree they just respect a man who's standing his ground
I want to be there when we all live in sweet harmony
I want to be there when the world comes around