I can hear the breathing all around me Its sound is charmingly But to my merry-go-round Finding my way, reeling around Watching every sundown One day
She's from a world Of popcorn and candy Pony rides for a dime Little children laughing I'm from a world Of disappointments and confusions But I want
Groove it up, it's Friday night Time to have some fun, alright To know what's up I gotta reach an' pick up the phone Yeah, the answer's always Mick My
There are days that take too long It's those days I wish I had you right here in my arms I'm getting lonely I'm sick of waiting here for you I'm getting
written by:Doug Supernaw performed by Doug Supernaw on "Red and Rio Grande" Like a kid on a carousel I go around in circles Not knowing whether to be
Carnivals and cotton candy Carousels and calliopes Fortune-tellers in glass cases We will always remember these Merry-go-rounds quickly turning Quickly
For all you broken hearted lovers lost Go find another one 'Cause you know time won't wait and you'll be late White rabbit's on the run It's hard to
River side, river run I take my tea at one With coffee and some cigarettes I watch you dare out the sun I rule this town with poisoned wells But
I know I?ll never say never People running everywhere They don?t seem to care and then Just like ole? Nebuchadnezzar Goin? crazy raisin? cain Tear the
Go to sleep now and dream of him close While the sky turns from blacker to red When you wake in the morning he will be gone And leave you dreaming
I talk to you every now and then I never felt so alone again I stop to think at a wishing well My thoughts send me on a carousel Here I am standing on
We saw the wonderworld, of all the wild wild horses Flying around, like an eagle in the sky But we had been told, of the danger of burning roses Longing
[NARRATION] If he went there and saw his son What words could he possibly say Would his own child recognize him And if he did, would he turn away? Dare
"Merry-Go-round" Written by Don Walker Performed by Cold Chisel I cried my tears in a glass of tequila For a truck-stop honey with a dubious name She
I hope one day I will grow out of this Then I will leave this battlefield Good or bad depends on your point of view And I can see things from both sides
Almost homeA When I missed the bottom stairA You were braiding your gray hairA It had grown so longA Since I'd been goneA And the perfect girls,
Carousel, carousel, carousel Carousel, carousel, carousel Carousel, carousel, carousel Carousel, carousel, carousel In this world of make believe My
1977 I arrived a heavenly present The old man didnt want me Five boys before me five mouths to feed No sleep stressed out I guess the old boy changed