Final Song Lyrics

And they tell him,Take your time, it won’t be long nowTill you drag your feet to slow the circles downAnd the seasons they go round and roundAnd the painted ponies go up and downWe’re captive on the carousel of timeWe can’t return we can only look behindFrom where we cameAnd go round and round and roundIn the circle gameSo the years spin by and now the boy is twentyThough his dreams have lost some grandeur coming trueThere’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plentyBefore the last revolving year is throughAnd the seasons they go round and roundAnd the painted ponies go up and downWe’re captive on the carousel of timeWe can’t return, we can only look behindFrom where we cameAnd go round and round and roundIn the circle gameThe PriestHe said, ";You wouldn't like it hereNo it's no place you should shareThe roof is ripped with hurricanesAnd the room is always bareI need the wind and I seek the cold";He reached post the wine for my hand to holdAnd he saw me young and he saw me oldAnd he saw me sitting thereThen he took his contradictions outAnd he splashed them on my browSo which words was I then to doubtWhen choosing what to vowShould I choose them all-should I make them mineThe sermons, the hymns and the valentinesAnd he asked for truth and he asked for time