While she’s been waiting, she’s been talking to herself.

She’s been telling everyone it’s not too late

To climb down from the shelf.

And if she didn’t have all this bad luck

She wouldn’t have no luck at all.

And she’s building up the kind of clouded eyes

That help you bounce back from a fall.

Well, promises get broken

And things can and do go wrong

But the carousel keeps turning

Till it gets where she belongs.

She’s sure things could go better

Because she doubts, they could get worse

So, she’ll stick to who she is and where she’s going

You’ll never guess how much she hurts.

And it may seem like a long time

For someone to hold their breath

But while the carousel is turning

She knows that there’s some hope left.

And it may seem like a long time

For someone to hold their breath

But while the carousel is turning

She knows that there’s some hope left.

And promises get broken

And things can and do go wrong

But the carousel is turning

Will it get where she belongs?