I used to dream of being famous, wanted my name to be a household word,
Well, I thought that it would thrill me, then I saw that it could kill me - now it strikes me as a little absurd,
And I used to dream of being Don Juan, of having all these pretty girls on the line,
It made a shambles of my life, so I found myself a wife who's a lover and a friend of mine.

As the world keeps turning 'round, you either learn to bend with the wind or it knocks you down,
Turn your back on the gods of men, and the Lord who is true will give life back to you again.

I used to dream of being a rich man; yeah, I swore I'd have it all someday,
Once you taste it, you will find that it isn't worth a dime 'til you're free enough to give it away,
And I used to dream of tasting vengeance, wanted my enemies to crawl and sweat,
Well, my happiness was drained from reliving all the pain, now I'm learning to forgive and forget.

As the world keeps turning 'round, you either learn to bend with the wind or it knocks you down,
Turn your back on the gods of men, and the Lord who is true will give life back to you again.

Yeah,
Oh yeah,
Turn your back on the gods of men.

I used to dream of being the wanderer, with just my sneakers and my old guitar,
Well, it got lonely right way, now I'm happy just to play with my daughter in my own backyard,
And I used to dream of being a hero; yeah, I told myself I'd never fall down,
But I couldn't take the strain, and Jesus is the name of the only hero I've ever found.

As the world keeps turning 'round, you either learn to bend with the wind or it knocks you down,
Turn your back on the gods of men, and the Lord who is true will give life back to you again, (and the Lord who is true will give life back to you again)
And the Lord who is true will give life back to you again, again.

Again,
Oh, again,
Turn your back on the gods of men,
Turn your back...turn your back on the gods of men,
Yeah, yeah.