i was born in the southern land yeah a million miles from america and whatever we wanted was just a matter of choosing and i was raised in the great white way just like all those kids in america and the t v taught us to win with no thought of losing this is the real world the real town without pity this is the real world in the shadow of the city this is the real wheel you don t get too many spins this is the real deal not everybody wins just another soul lost in america i was so frustrated and i got so lonely it almost took a miracle to open my eyes world start turning world start turning i ve been standing on the beach crying to the raging sea i was falling falling heart start beating heart start beating made a promise to myself i ll never get that low again we were taught if man believes in what he wants in america it s only a matter of time just a matter of seasons but i walk through the houses of dreams that died i see the ones still trapped there the ones that tried but spent the rest of their lives wondering why and searching for reasons this is the real world you ve got to know just when to bend here in the world precious little matters in the end this is the real world the real town without pity this is the real world in the shadow of the city just another soul lost in america i was so frustrated and i got so lonely it almost took a miracle to open up my eyes world start turning world start turning i ve been standing on the beach crying to the raging sea i was falling falling heart start beating heart start beating made a promise to myself i ll never get that low again you can t stop the world can t stop the world never could settle for where i was too many places i was trying to be the times i succeeded and the times i failed you know that no one will remember but me world start turning world start turning i ve been standing on the beach crying to the raging sea i was falling falling heart start beating heart start beating made a promise to myself i ll never get that low again