Carousel

                          
                It seems like I spend most of my time
                making life's plans, oh those damn plans!
                Then those thoughts, those dreams and hopes
                become as settled as the wind-blown sands.

                "Oh, what is the use!", I cry to myself.
                "Why do I get knocked to the ground?"
                I really do care what the problem may be
                I'm just tired of being jerked around.

                I'm tired of spending those lonely nights.
                Long lonely nights thinking of you.
                And the need to hold you close in my arms
                If you would only want me too....

                Why is our love like a carousel
                unable to settle for spinning around?
                The joy and the love makes us fly so high!
                A great feeling until we come down.

                                          11 April 1985