| Lyrics: | A lone carnival voice
Sings tunes of nobody's choice,
And on a vacant lot,
Some one just
forgot,
Standing all alone,
Turning on its own.
Weary, merry go round,
Grows
slowly into the ground,
And faded circus acts,
Sorrow broke their backs,
And their
sadness cries
From their staring eyes.
Still small children come
And bring your
harm of play,
Spirits all alive
To drive the ghosts away.
Useless merry go
round,
Tomorrow they'll tear you down,
To build the parking lot
If it lives or
not,
It was just a toy,
All it brought was joy. |
