You say the world's an eventful place
  You give me news
  I don't want to know
  You say that I should care
  That I should speak my mind
    Oh, but how can I speak of the world
  Rushing by
  With a lump in my throat
  And tears in my eyes
  Oh, have we come to the point of no turning back
  Or is it still time to get into
  The swing of things
    Let us walk through this windless city
  I'll go on till the winter gets me
  Oh, "sleep..." you wrote "sleep, my dear"
  In a letter somewhere
    Oh, but how can I sleep with your
  voice in my head
  With an ocean between us
  And room in my bed
  Oh, have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip
  Or is it still time to get into
  The swing of things
    Oh, when she glows in the dark
  And I'm weak by the sight
  Of this breathtaking beauty
  In which I can hide
  Oh, there's a worldful out there
  Of people I fear
  But given time I'll get into
  The swing of things
    Yes, when she glows in the dark and
  I'm struck by the sight
  I know that I'll need this for the rest of my life
    What have I done
  What lies I have told
  I've played games with the ones that
  rescued my soul
  Oh, have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip
  Or is it still time to get into
  The swing of things