Show me the world in the shape of your looking glass.
Beautifully bold when the colors unfold.
Yes it s easy to see but its harder to find.
And I m thinking of you and it s clear in my mind.
So I turn, turn, turn, I turn back around.
I Turn, turn, turn, I turn back around,
And I m eastern bound.
Almost let slip all these words at my finger tips.
Still unaware of the pen in my hand,
But I m makin my way day by day comin back to you.
Here unafraid of the path that I choose.
So I turn, turn, turn, I turn back around.
I Turn, turn, turn, I turn back around,
And I m eastern bound.