She has the innocence and vision of a child. How can I ever really know her?. Weâ€™re riding on a carousel. Thatâ€™s running wild. Around in circles â€˜til itâ€™s over. . And every time we reach the end. We go around again â€˜cause. . Chorus:. She canâ€™t let go. And I donâ€™t wanna tell her no. She canâ€™t let go. And I donâ€™t wanna tell her no. . I see her starinâ€™ out the window at the rain. But she will never leave the fire. Sometimes it burns all night and covers up the pain. Sometimes it only leaves us tired. . And every time we reach the end. We go around again â€˜cause