(Mary Gauthier/Crit Harmon)
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From the painful rays of daybreak
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Ripping darkness out your eyes
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To every kiss with bourbon breath
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your daddy didn't hide, he didn't hide
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From the crack of his backhand slap
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To your mama's blue veined hands
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That held her rosary desperately
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Cause she didn't understand
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From the brokenhearted playground
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in the lonely afternoon
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To the violence of little boys
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And the crying in your bedroom
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Till the wind blows right through you and rain don't get you wet
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Till your lips move constantly but you ain't said nothing yet
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Till you ride that horse in circles going up and coming down
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Round and round, it's a merry go round
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From the bitter tears of helplessness
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Falling from your grandma's face
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As they strap you to the stretcher
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While she quickly packs your suitcase
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From the money that you stole from her
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on the day she died
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To the long lines at the clinic
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Waiting for a days supply, a days supply
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Till the wind blows right through you and rain don't get you wet
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Till your lips move constantly but you ain't said nothing yet
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Till you ride that horse in circles going up and coming down
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Round and round, it's a merry go round
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From the phone booth on the freeway
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When there's no one left to call
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To the porcelain Cod you pray to
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In the public restroom stall
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From the milky white of heroin
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as it bubbles and it sooths
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To the dirty sheets you lie on
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Merry Go Round
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| Mary Gauthier |
