River's getting higher, no wood for the fire   They saw the messiah   But I guess I missed him again   That brings my score to a hundred and ten      The water's getting closer   Better ring up the grocer, stack up the potatoes   Oh, Jack are you ever coming back   Will your operatic soul turn black?      Keep me turning, oh keep me   Keep me burning, for your sun   Keep me turning   Don't you leave me till the very last      Keep me turning, I'm hanging on   Stop me yearning, I've had enough   Keep me turning   While I hand in my backstage pass      Children are smiling   Parents are wining, bow tie tying   For the big day ahead real soon   Is there really gonna be no room      I've got a ticket, just gotta get past the picket   They say that the trick is to walk in backwards   Like your walking out   I guess the lord's wearing glasses now      Keep me turning, oh keep me on   Keep me burning, for your sun   Keep me turning   Don't you leave me till the very last      Keep me turning, I'm hanging on   Stop me yearning, I've had enough   Keep me turning   While I hand in my backstage pass      Keep me turning, oh keep me on   Keep me burning, for your sun   Keep me turning   Don't you leave me till the very last      Keep me turning, I'm hanging on   Stop me yearning, I've had enough   Keep me turning   While I hand in my backstage pass      Keep me turning