You go this way, you go that. Turn around and coming back And that November blanket on the ground In the forest. Shades of yellow, red and brown. All my friends are making money. All my friends are getting rich. If I told the truth it might Sound a little something like The chorus that the birds all sing at dawn. Sunrise, singing their awaken song. All my friends are making money. All my friends are getting drunk. Took me half a life to learn The clockwise way that this world turns. I turn around and go the way I've come. It's easier to swim the way the river likes to run. All my friends are making money. All my friends are getting sick. All my friends are making money.