Where is the boy with arms too short To reach the bread across the table? Where is the lad with hair so blonde Kicking the sheets away, he sleeps in your bed And he vanishes Where is the boy who lived by rules Taught by a host of TV cowboys? Where are the rules and cowboys now? Wrapped and packed away So deep in your head and it vanishes Show me the faith that kept me whole Making me brash and undisguising Why does it seem the carousel Slips into town to stay for only a day And it vanishes? Then it gets in your way and it vanishes Firt they showed me little things That would open my eyes Then they showed me little things That would open my mouth, wisely Then they told me hate and fear were the perfect disguise Keep it all under wraps safe and sound In your own sweet country Right, it kept me whole Made me brash and undisguising Why does it seem the carousel Slips into town to stay for only a day And it vanishes? So it gets in your way And it vanishes