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