I run the carouselnWith horses and tinkerbellnLate night by the canalnnYou wouldn’t notice menI have a tendencynTo blend with the musicnnI run the carouselnnChildren swirl aroundnLike drapes in a summertownnHusbands kindle their wivesnnSometimes it tortures menThe envy and the jealousynBut I never panicnnI run the carouselnnSometimes when the birds fly overnI look up, but I don’t want to go nowherenGot lives to save under the opennnLive as a mystery mannSleep in a caravannI love everybodynnI run the carousel