Carousel - Ric Ocasek

Carousel, up and down, up and down

Silly clown, there’s rain in your shoes

Spin around, poison and pistols

They cut you down before they were through

Galleries, sleek lines in motion

Like wishing wells all covered with dreams

Alleyways you can’t seem to cover

They cut you off before you can scream

(But soon)

But soon you will find yourself

(Soon)

And soon you will sleep

(How)

And how can you hide yourself

From something so deep

From something so deep

(Soon you will sleep)

Filigree, Eighth Avenue sideshow

What you see is falling around

All along they spike you with train fare

You know them all, they hang up your flag

(Soon)

But soon you will find yourself

(Soon)

And soon you will sleep

(How)

And how can you hide yourself

From something so deep

From something so deep

Up and down

Carousel, up and down, up and down

Silly clown there’s rain in your shoes