When I was a young man I found an old dream
was as battered and worn a one as you have ever seen
But I made it some new wings and I painted a nose
and I wished so hard up in the air I rose, singing
Carry me, carry me, carry me above the world
Carry me, carry me, carry me
And I once loved a girl
she was younger than me
Her parents kept her locked up in their life
and she was crying at night
she was wishing she could be free
`Course mostly I remember her laughing
standing there watching us play
For a while there, the music would take her away
and she