[Storyteller.]

Life is a carousel,
and dancing 'round
the mirrors we go up and down.
So let the music take away
the hurt you've come to
know so well.
Let it go 'cause
you can't turn back the hands of time.
Just let it go and you'll be fine.
What's done is done and it's all right.
You can't turn back the hands of time.
Another day is gone,
washed away with sorrows
that you've dwelled upon.
And as the moon is rising
you think to yourself:
I could be gone if I go now...