words and music by Jakob Dylan und Then youâ??ll disappear Like smoke Into the clouds Thereâ??s three wys off a merry-go-round You either jump Or you let it slow down Thereâ??s three ways Off a merry-go, merry-go-round But if you canâ??t put your foot down Then you just burn it To the ground Then you walk away Real slow Back into the crowd Thereâ??s always somebody there for a laugh** Then youâ??re the only one Thatâ??s left Now thatâ??s what you get Left behind in the wreck** Thereâ? (azchords.com)
