Carousel کے بول

Spinning carousel returns the same old horse again Ramble on and on, the thoughts that fill my head Sometimes I wake up there's nothing there but emptiness so I search myself for what there was to do Flashing backward still I think about my youthful dreams Honest childhood, running dry of years Sometimes I look back it doesn't seem that it was me So who was I then, who am I today? Can you hear me now? My thoughts are moving fast can't seem to catch them in the draft Floating upward like a kite that's left my grip Flying higher toward the sky, so blue I crank my neck And try to follow as it drifts off into space...