A holy bible and a book on punk rock grace your shelves
Alongside Steinbeck, Salinger, and Guthrie
And a compendium of modern poetry
And you're always a stone's throw away from the great beyond
At least you feel you are
Boy you're something else
They make fun of you here because you look different
Poke fun at you there because your accent's strange to their ears
They'll kick and punch you and leave you alone with your tears
You lost your mother and and everything you prayed for
Feel like you never got exactly what you paid for
Often wonder what you stay for
Another horse on the merry go round
And you never meant to interfere
So alone in such a crowded city
I miss the clamor and the cry it's a pity
That's the only peace you've found
Are you a middle distance runner as you circle around the track
Why do you worry that the people who love you the most
Will stab you in the back
And when you told me you so often feel there's a baseball bat round every corner
Join the long procession of mourners who cry for you and scratch their head
You lost your mother and everything you prayed for
Feel like you never got exactly what you paid for
Often wonder what you stay for
Another horse on the merry go round
And you never meant to interfere
So god damn alone in such a crowded city
I miss the clamor and cry and it's a pity
That's the only peace you've found
And when I think of you now I see your smile
Your love of song and your love of friends
I see your trials and tribulations
I hope they work out for you in the end
I hope you get everything that you pray for
I hope one day you get exactly what you paid for
Never have to wonder what you stayed for
That you'll see the beauty in the merry go round
I hope one day you call to tell me
You're no longer alone in this crowded city
That in the quiet you think long it's a pity
You can't give everyone the peace you find