Round World

Oh Columbus
 You become us
 With your scheme, your glorious plan
 And dream of a far-away land
 And with your blessing
 We keep pressing
 Giving this present place up
 For just one more America
 But,
 Every time I fly to the West
 I arrive nonetheless
 In the place that I left
 In this round world
 If I try to flee
 And leave this city
 To be free from humanity s cares
 Humanity follows me there
 And if I steal aboard
 The boat bound for the farthest shore
 I m told crossing the ocean won t work
 And the only boat left is the Earth
 Every time I fly to the West
 I arrive nonetheless
 In the place that I left
 In this round world
 So Columbus
 Can you tell us
 That there are no more new lands afar
 If we don t make it right where we are