Merry Go Round - The Monkees

Hollow, carnival voice sings

Tunes of nobody’s choice

And on a vacant lot

Someone just forgot

Standing all alone

Turning on it’s 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

To 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