Lost, lost, all of them lost They must have made the river But how could they have crossed The painted horses from the carousel ride All of them gone
Lost, lost, all of them lost They must have made the river But how could they have crossed The painted horses from my carousel ride They must have carried on
The crazy lady on the bench Always looking out to sea Says she saw them get away She saw them running free And she knows the reason why But she swears she'll never tell Some things are better left unsaid About the carousel
And she saw their eyes burned golden As they galloped wild into the dazzling sun And doesn't it make you wonder Does it make you wanna say goodbye To the world you thought you knew Doesn't it make you wonder Or does it make you wanna close your eyes And pretend it is untrue Doesn't it make you wonder Doesn't it make you wonder
Grace, grace, lady of grace The ticket girl chanted in her Indian lace Alone in the booth where there used to be lines But now there's only faith Grace, grace, lady of grace The ticket girl chanted in an Indian lace Alone in the booth where there used to be lines Before they ran away
Shuttered doors flung open wide Leaves were blowing all around She just stood there mystified By the hoof marks on the ground Splintered poles and rusted nails, Jewelled bridles in the tide Vestiges of old betrayals From when the brass ring ruled the ride
And she heard their eyes burned golden As they galopped wild into the dazzling sun And doesn't it make you wonder Does it make you wanna say goodbye To the world you thought you knew Doesn't it make you wonder Or does it make you wanna close your eyes And pretend it is untrue Doesn't it make you wonder Doesn't it make you wonder
Trying to finish this wild song But who know where it ends Those pleasure palace fugitives Were never seen again. But the girl's still selling tickets Since they fixed the carousel There's a crazy lady on the bench And those of us who still remember well Those of us who still remember well