Carousel

Leading the race to the end of a carousel|Spun on the face of your wrist |Going as far as the next one to pass you by|Dizzy from what you might miss||Forget your tomorrow|Don't let yourself follow your mind|You'll have no place to go||(chorus)|So leave all your thoughts behind|Maybe then you will find|Where you are standing right now|Who's standing next to you|Where are they headed to|And will they be there when it comes back around||So many stories from writers before us|Carved in the heart of the ride|I etch my name in and ask for the spelling of the stranger who stands by my side||We try to move on |As the time moves along|Our heads spinning out of control||(repeat chorus)||||||||