Welcome all you merry Marys from the rain
Your fairy's staring at the prairies on the plain
With a sentimental shine
You leave it all behind
Welcome all you clever clowns form the drown
Your angel dangles at an angle going down
Where everything goes round and round
End up on the ground
So lay down, breathe, don't leave
You're casting shadows in an eerie well
But there's no reason to complain
You're riding on the train to the
Perfect Carousel
So lay down, breathe,
patiently you'll be cast into an endless summer day
Sit, be still, revealed as a willow watcher in the bay,
The wind will blow, Van Gogh
captures souls with a hand that is bleeding on the page
So you'll spin, begin, pretend that soon
that you'll be carried away on the
Perfect Carousel
