Read the forecast in the Racing Post Five grey days waiting off the coast There's a carousel that came to stay Takes me off so far away Where parts of you get left behind Like socks on the washing line And I wonder if I'll ever be Away from you, and you from me When I get the money back I'm gonna sell I'm gonna focus more on living well Oh, sometimes it's hard to tell If you could call me back then I'd be there as well And if I don't get off the scene I fear I won't know where I've been upon the carousel Oh, it's so hard to tell That you ruin my life, that you ruin my life And if I keep on running back I'm gonna fail I'm gonna sail away on diving bells Oh, sometimes it's hard to tell Until you're calling in the dawn in Camberwell And if I don't get off the scene I fear I won't know where I've been upon the carousel Oh, it's so hard to tell That you ruin my life Read the forecast in the Racing Post May as well give up the ghost Now the carousel is on its way Takes me off to breaking days There's parts of you, you can't keep dry Like socks on the washing line I'm a poster boy for thirsty turf A firework falling back to Earth Take a walk across the park Dogs are barking in the dark N' my memory, it's not so bright A fairground without the lights I think about you till you leave I think about you when I breathe The carousel, it starts to shake I'll ride it still until it breaks