You got the charm and warmth Of a second hand store And the owners They seem quite polite All the boys Hang on to your words Like a sunday frontpage headline But don't worry about the story Cos it's too much to believe I'll be flicking straight to page five There's where the true one tends to be Oh acting up for nothing On a carousel with too much blow I'll miss it all You miss it all But I don't wanna hold you down You wander through looking for the crossfire And when something hits You say 'This is too much for me' And I don't mind if none of your clothes are folded Yeah everyone's got time for that next week But don't worry about the story And don't worry about your age Everyone's going somewhere Without a clue if it's the right way Ah but you're acting up for nothing On a carousel with too much blow I'll miss it all You miss it all But I don't wanna hold you down ♪ Yeah there's some paper trail of madness Leading up to your door And the delivery man's soft spoken He doesn't even know what for But you just worry about your parents And everything they say You don't have to know what you're doing yet You'll figure it out someday Yeah, someday