Jack Conte - Carousel Waltz

Hey kid, come on down, quit collecting clouds
You're much better off catching worms from the ground
Now sit tight and stare at the pretty new screen
And all hail the voice that wakes up your dreams

You can go anywhere while you sleep in your bed
But when you wake up, shake it all from your head
Slip on a smile, and time to force down some coffee
And all hail the boy who swallows his screams

Are you choking from all the dust in the street?
And are you sick of living life two days a week?
Well the carousel spins in an infinite course
So all hail the king who jumps off his horse