I look at the world that I comfort, I've won every spin of the wheel. I get everything I go after, You ask me how does it feel. I tell you I'll trade the moon For a string with an orange balloon, And the days when my only dream Was a dish of vanilla ice-cream. Give me one more chance at the midway, Let me laugh and be gay as a clown, Give me back the world I remember, One more ride on the merry go round. I do my shopping in Paris, My clothes are Lauren and Dior. There's money to buy friends and lovers, I wonder if that what it's for? But when I go to my bedroom I look at my handpainted sky I think of a world far behind me, A world that my money can't buy. Give me one more chance at the midway, Let me laugh and be gay as a clown, Give me back the world I remember, One more ride on the merry go round. La la la One more ride on the merry go round.
Now I look at the future, I feel so close to the past. I'm so afraid of tomorrow, Wondering which one is the last. Here in the cold of winter I cling to a fragment of May. I'll trade you the world and it's treasure For a moment of one yesterday. Give me one more chance at the midway, Let me dance with my feet off the ground. Give me back the world I remember, One more ride on the merry go round. La la la One more ride on the merry go round. La la la One more ride on the merry go round. La la la...
