Memories of Chicago, 1933

Here we go around the world
Our little lives like a dream of carousels
And on that island we spin around
In circles traced through the hours spent in ourselves

All the lights are sighing their last breath
How did we end up here?
There’s still some wrong
And if only we awake we can make it right
Away we’ll go so please don’t sleep too long

Tell me all about it, then
When we meet among the laughter of the crowds
Light and silver as rain
We shall then fall together from the clouds

Where are all the young and glad
Whose hearts are full of the deepest creations?
Don’t forget, you’re not the only one
As we fold by the wayside and way stations

Don’t forget that it’s not everyone
So take us upwards to your star
And there’s still some wrong
If only we awake then we can make it right
Away we’ll go so please don’t sleep too long

Now we are in caravan
And I move around among the dreamers who create
Here we are, all once again
A million miles from the turnstiles we animate