Some days you feel just like a phantom
Some days you are just a no show
Did you simply fall off the track or
Was the world that has grown?
We all want to have our own say when
We’re there at the end of the road
But then we go over the Ferris Wheel
And destiny won’t let us go
[chorus]
Wheel of the world, wheel of the circus
Wheels within wheels, a spinning top
The reeling of time instantaneous
The place where the heart cannot stop
over the Ferris Wheel
over the Ferris Wheel
We fight upstream against the current
Till we cannot see the way through
The boat has to turn back around when
There is so much more we should do
It’s time for to tend to our roses
Time to attend to our cares
But then we're over the Ferris Wheel and
We have so much more to do there
[chorus]
Wheel of the world, wheel of the circus
Wheels within wheels, a spinning top
The reeling of time instantaneous
The place where the heart cannot stop
over the Ferris Wheel
over the Ferris Wheel
The whirl of the skirt of a brown girl
Does not want to spin nosiree
The dance of the samba is over
I won’t serenade her, not me
There at the start with violas
We’re ready to sing and to play
But then we go over the Ferris Wheel
All ready to take us away
[chorus]
Wheel of the world, wheel of the circus
Wheels within wheels, a spinning top
The reeling of time instantaneous
The place where the heart cannot stop
over the Ferris Wheel
over the Ferris Wheel
The samba, the strings and the roses
The fire that someday will burn
It all was a passing illusion
The first breeze of spring did return
But still in our hearts is nostalgia
Remembering time before tears
But we go over the Ferris Wheel and
So then it just all disappears
[chorus]
Wheel of the world, wheel of the circus
Wheels within wheels, a spinning top
The reeling of time instantaneous
The place where the heart cannot stop
over the Ferris Wheel
over the Ferris Wheel
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