Like a carousel spinning

Like all the songs you never wrote
on cassette reels laid end to end
Or like a recurring decimal
Or a wrong note floating out to space
And like a carousel spinning
Only infinitely spinning

Like a hundreds and thousands factory
Working endless nights
Sunlight through the windows of a global restaurant franchise
And like a carousel spinning
Only infinitely

Like waves on the harbour walls
Sand in your sandals
The grass and weeds in your garden growing infinitely
Like traffic on the ring roads
Chatter on talk radio
Like an spinning carousel you and me
Only infinitely, infinitely spinning