We are dancers all, move to the magic of the music
We are dancers all, rise to the warmth of the morning
We are singers all, singers of tales and myths and dreams
We are singers all, looking for a song of our own
We are dancers all, move to the magic of the music
We are dancers all, rise to the warmth of the morning
Leaving's not an easy thing sometimes
To leave all of the friends you know behind
And follow some yellow line down the black highway
Turn around, turn around, turn around
Turn around, turn around turn around
Turn around, turn around, turn around
