You’re wrong, you’re wrong, you’re wrong
You are aiming in the wrong directions
You have to circle in closer, closer and closer
Until it gets darker, and darker
Until you whirl around so far
That you break.
They are wrong, children
They have it all so terribly wrong
What you must do is fly
In ever-increasing brave loops
Spying your home land
So you can come back down and see more, children
With a better perspective.