Carousels
mewithoutYou Lyrics


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On a bus ride into town
I wondered, "Why am I going to town?"
As I looked around
At the billboards and the stores
I thought, "Why do I look around?"
I got up and bowed
And I kissed the filthy ground
And in the first dry spot I found I laid back down
Without having to wonder
Why I was laying down

Before long I was too cold
And so I took a bus back to the station
I found a letter left by a pay phone
With no return contact
And it read like a horn blown
By some sad angel:
"Bunny, it was me
It was me who let you down"
It was the shyest attempt
I'd ever seen at conversation

If I didn't have you as my guide
I'd still wander lost in Sinai
Counting the plates of cars from out of state
(How I could jump in their path as they hurry along!)
Until you surround me
You're pretty but you're all I can see
Like a thick fog
If there was no way into God
I would never have laid in this grave of a body
For so long

St. Cyril's fair always came through
The first week of September
But it's already the 19th
And there's no sign of it yet
I have a hard time remembering
The things I should remember
And a hard time forgetting
All the things I should forget

Oh Christ, when you're ready to come back
I think I'm ready for you to come back
But if you want to stay wherever exactly it is you are
That's okay too -
It's really none of my business

And if I didn't have you as my guide
I'd still be wandering lost in Sinai
Or down by the tracks
Watching trains go by to remind me:
There are places that aren't here
I had a well but all the water left
So I'll ask for your forgiveness
With every breath
If there was no way into God




I would never have laid in this grave of a body
So long, dear

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of mewithoutYou's song Carousels tell a story of a journey into town, where the singer begins to realise his own insignificance in the grand scheme of things. As he looks around at the town's billboards and stores, he is struck with the realisation that he is unsure of his own purpose for being there. He bows down in reverence and kisses the "filthy ground", finding a dry spot to lie down and rest without worrying about his purpose for doing so. As he makes his way back to the station, he finds a letter left at a payphone, which is a shy and sad attempt at communication, stating that the author of the letter let the singer down.


Line by Line Meaning

On a bus ride into town
Wondering the purpose of this mundane activity


I wondered, "Why am I going to town?"
Questioning the reason for the journey


As I looked around
Observing the surroundings


At the billboards and the stores
Noticing the commercialism and consumerism


I thought, "Why do I look around?"
Pondering the pointless actions of modern society


I got up and bowed
Performing an act of reverence or submission


And I kissed the filthy ground
Acknowledging the existence of filth, decay and waste


And in the first dry spot I found I laid back down
Returning to the ground, embracing the dust and dirt


Without having to wonder
Avoiding the need for questioning


Why I was laying down
Accepting the futility and finality of life


Before long I was too cold
Feeling uncomfortable in one's surroundings


And so I took a bus back to the station
Leaving the location to escape the discomfort


I found a letter left by a pay phone
Discovering a communication from an unknown sender


With no return contact
Lacking the ability to respond or react


And it read like a horn blown
Receiving an unexpected or striking message


By some sad angel:
A heavenly or divine messenger with a sorrowful tone


"Bunny, it was me
An admission of guilt or fault


It was me who let you down"
Taking responsibility for a failure or disappointment


It was the shyest attempt
A meek or timid effort


I'd ever seen at conversation
An unexpected and awkward communication


If I didn't have you as my guide
Leaning on an external source for guidance


I'd still wander lost in Sinai
Feeling aimless and directionless in a barren, desert landscape


Counting the plates of cars from out of state
Seeking meaning in mundane, insignificant details


(How I could jump in their path as they hurry along!)
Ironic expression of suicidal thoughts while observing the world's busyness


Until you surround me
The influence of an all-encompassing presence


You're pretty but you're all I can see
The attractiveness and allure of the divine


Like a thick fog
A powerful and unrelenting presence


If there was no way into God
If it was impossible to connect with the divine


I would never have laid in this grave of a body
Feeling trapped or confined in one's physical form


For so long
Enduring this feeling for an extended period


St. Cyril's fair always came through
An event that was a staple of life


The first week of September
A specific time of year


But it's already the 19th
The absence or delay of a familiar occasion


And there's no sign of it yet
The frustration and confusion of an absence


I have a hard time remembering
The struggle to recall important details


The things I should remember
The importance and significance of certain memories


And a hard time forgetting
The inability to let go of past mistakes or regrets


All the things I should forget
Clinging to negative thoughts and memories


Oh Christ, when you're ready to come back
A plea for divine intervention


I think I'm ready for you to come back
Preparedness for spiritual renewal


But if you want to stay wherever exactly it is you are
Respect for God's sovereignty and free will


That's okay too -
Accepting that there may not be a clear response


It's really none of my business
Acknowledging the limits of human understanding and knowledge


And if I didn't have you as my guide
A reliance on a higher power for direction


I'd still be wandering lost in Sinai
Lacking purpose and meaning in life


Or down by the tracks
A symbol of escapism and detachment


Watching trains go by to remind me:
A metaphor for the passage of time


There are places that aren't here
A longing for spiritual transcendence


I had a well but all the water left
Having a source of sustenance but losing it


So I'll ask for your forgiveness
A desire for redemption


With every breath
A continual need for grace and mercy


If there was no way into God
Emphasizing the importance of divine connection


I would never have laid in this grave of a body
Feeling unfulfilled in the confines of physical existence


So long, dear
A bittersweet farewell




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol CMG Publishing
Written by: ANTHONY GEORGE SADLER, GAYNOR ELSBETH SADLER

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