Hear it start with the ring of a bell,
Pick up more speed than you can tell,
Round it goes – have you heard the news?
Dump those clothes and get new shoes.
Waste those years while you still got ‘em.
Forget your dreams, on paper blot ‘em.
It all blows by like a breeze in the wind,
Find comfort thinking of the end,
‘It’s all a blur, it ain’t no fun.’
You regret the ride, you regret the run,
But it’s slowing now, and you realize,
With age-filled hands and skull-rolled eyes,
Your story you refused to tell;
Can’t get back on, they say, ‘Now wasn’t it swell?’
Everybody Rides the Carousel.
