Lyrics

The wheel keeps turning, never asks who you are,
Some wake in mansions, some beneath a broken star.
One child finds a silver spoon waiting by the plate,
Another finds an empty bowl and learns about their fate.
But fortune is a fickle thing, it never tells us why,
And being born with less doesn't make a lesser life.
Some folks wear their fortune like a medal on their chest,
As if the gold they inherited proves they earned the best.
Oh, Wheel of Fortune, spin around,
Don't tell me worth is wealth we've found.
The poor deserve a place to sleep,
Good food to eat and care to keep.
No matter where the wheel may turn,
Every human heart has love to earn.
So don't confuse your blessings with a measure of your worth,
The wheel could turn tomorrow and rewrite the whole damn earth.
If fortune gave you more, then give a little more away;
The wheel may turn tomorrow, and we're all one turn from change.