Dance on the playground
The carousel goes around
The way it should be
Accept without a sound

The swingers are swinging
The sandcastles are built
The lights on the field
Are on at full tilt

We don’t know who we are here
The carousel in a blur
You’re nothing but good
I’m nothing for sure

The cracks in the sidewalk
The creak of the slide
Nothing great or grand
A slick easy ride

Jump off the pony
Leave its painted mane behind
Remember the summer
And all the better times

Don’t listen to those
Who sit on the bench
They’re withered and faded
They’re stuck on a fence

You can’t go back
To the first circle’s spin
So be happy with the ride
And that’s how you win.