A lone carnival voice

Sings tunes of nobody's choice

And on a vacant lot, someone just forgot

Standing all alone, turning on its own



Weary merry go round

Grows slowly into the ground

And faded circus acts

Sorrow broke their backs

And their sadness cries from their staring eyes



Still, small children come

And bring the harm of play

Spirits, all alive

The drive the ghosts away



Useless merry go round

Tomorrow, they'll tear you down

To build a parking lot

If it lives or not

It was just a toy

All it brought was joy