When I was young I tried to be a rockinghorse master Went back and forth Pretended I was in a western Or strutting a street parade On Independence Day 'Cause the rockinghorse master Always has places to be When I grew up I found I was a carousel cleaner Turned on the songs And wiped down the horses each evening They rose and fell and pranced An endless circle dance And the carousel cleaner Always has bulbs to change If it ever stops turning If it ever stops turning And now I'm old I wanna be a rockingchair dancer Nowhere to go I already found what I'm after I'm calm as a lazy storm That rumbles and never comes And the rockingchair dancers Always have hands to hold If it ever stops raining If it ever stops raining If it ever stops raining If it ever stops raining