Like a circle in a spiral or. A wheel within a wheel never ending or. Beginning on an ever spinning reel. Like a snowball on ountain or a carnival balloon or a carousel that's turning running
Song All The Way To Heaven - Melissa Etheridge. I want to find me a car. With only one headlight. A straight six Ford. On a good luck night. I want to roll down the windows. And teach you to fly. I
carnival ride. We close our eyes. Never knowing where it will take us next. Babies are born and at the same time. someone's taking their last breath. It's the wheel of the world. It's the wheel of the world
a carnival balloon. Like a carousel thatâ€TMs turning. Running rings around the moon. Like a clock whose hands are sweeping. Past the minutes of it's face. And the world is like an apple. Whirling
a wheel within a wheel. Never ending on beginning. On an ever-spinning reel. Like a snowball down a mountain. Or a carnival balloon. Like a carousel that's turning. Running rings around the moon. Like
a wheel within a wheel. Never ending on beginning. On an ever-spinning reel. Like a snowball down a mountain. Or a carnival balloon. Like a carousel that's turning. Running rings around the moon. Like
Round. Like a circle in a spiral. Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning. On an ever spinning reel. Like a snowball down a mountain. Or a carnival balloon. Like a carousel
Round. Like a circle in a spiral. Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning. On an ever spinning reel. Like a snowball down a mountain. Or a carnival balloon. Like a carousel
ringmaster gets the crowd to count along 95, 96, 97 A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds. And the highway's haunted by thecarnival sounds. They dance like a great
look back. For here I am. . Carnival. The wheels fly and the colors spin. Through alcohol. Red wine that punctures the skin. Face to face. In a dry and waterless place. . Walk on by. Walk on
Round like a circle in a spiral. Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending on beginning. On an ever-spinning reel. Like a snowball down a mountain. Or a carnival balloon. Like a carousel that's
Clicquot. D about to hit the big 3 0. Party like it's Carnival in Rio. Life's too short, Danny Devito. Yo, we live, we die, we give, we try, we kiss, we fight. All so we can have a good time. I'm in here