When I was a young man, I found an old dream
It was as battered and worn a one, as you have ever seen
I invented some new wings, and I painted a nose
I wished so hard, up in the air, I rose, singing
Carry me, carry me, carry me, above the world
Carry me, carry me, carry me
And I once loved a girl, she was younger than me
Her parents kept her locked, up in their lives
And she was crying, she was wishing she could be free
Of course I mostly remember her laughing
Standing there and watching us play
For a while then, the music, would take her away and she'd be singing
Carry me, carry me, carry me, above this world
Carry me, carry me, carry me, above the world
Then there was my mother, she was lying in white sheets there
And she was waiting to die
She said if you just reach underneath this bed, and untie these weights
I could surely fly
She's still smiling but she's tired
She'd like to hear that last bell ring
You know if she still could she would, stand up, she would sing
Carry me, carry me, carry me, above the world
Carry me, carry me, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh, ooh
