I know soon I'll let my spirit fly
I'll join myself to those things that never die
I'll dance so free it would
Make your poor heart ache
To know that I had found my own escape
And the wheel that has bound you and I
A carousel of fools whose time has passed them by
Runs far past the numbered days of mere and mortal men
I'll meet you when the past has come again
And sometimes in the stillness of the night
When my eyes close
Against the dying of the light
I see you standing in the hallway by the door
Your shadow's lean
And drawn across the floor
And the wheel goes around you and I
The fool tips his hat to all the fortune he's let by
All the could have, should have, would haves
That have tumbled round my brain
We'll triumph when the past has come again
And the wheel that has bound you and I
To a carousel of fools whose time has passed them by
I'll wait through all these numbered days of mere and mortal men
To meet you when the past has come again
I'll meet you when the past has come again
And again...
And again...
