Lyrics Joshua Kadison

Joshua Kadison

Carousel Horses

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