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