The steeple is razed to the ground,
Stained glass broken.
Mary's amazed by the sound.
All bow down.
Her shards to the sun, spins them round
Had God already gone? She starts singing this song:

The pieces I'm turning around, turning around, turning around.
They're angels I'm turning around, turning around, turning around.
Wonders if God could ever turn this around.

As her family is coming unwound, she'll turn it around.
When her father's nowhere to be found, she'll turn it around.
Because her mother drinks til she's drown, she'll turn it around.
She will find a way out of this cow town, and

Turn it around, turn it around.
Sure as the planet is spinning around, she'll turn it around, turn it around.
Sure as the star it's revolving around, she'll turn it around, turn it around, turn it around, turn it around, turn it around
Turn, turn, turn...

She'll turn it around.
Doesn't know where she's bound.
She will rise from this ground."