He likes his own company too much
Will not bend
Thinks it’s strong to act this tough

Won’t change direction
If it’s always what he’s done
He talks of somedays but the past holds all his fun

He is a child behind a face that’s growing old
Another young soul
Waiting for what, I don’t know

He is a child behind a face that’s growing old
Another young soul
Waiting for the carousel

Says he’s unhappy
But he doesn’t even try
Long talks of dying
Then he doesn’t even die

He is a child behind a face that’s growing old
Another young soul
Waiting for the roulette wheel

Me I’ve had to learn about my deficiencies
Oh it must be nice
Nice to never have a peek

We all are moving forward, reluctantly or not
Trying to do our best
Given what we’ve got

Young soul thinks the world is out to get him
Won’t understand
That the world don’t even care