Caroline O'Leary

Blow out the candles on this morning
Time to wake up and take a walk outside
The sun’s up too and it goes melting night away
I’m slaloming icicles and blind giggles of boys on their bikes
But there goes Caroline
A little girl who doesn’t know she’s every thought in my head
I picked a whole bunch of flowers and I’m wrapping them up for recess
And if she said to hold my hand
I could hold up the world from this box of sand
Little Caroline O’Leary, won’t you turn me into a man
Momma said, 'boy don’t you go and let that old Fear into your head
It’s only Love that will break your bend, little man
And if you would only look up, you’d understand that
You do what nobody else can.'
There goes Caroline
Little girl who doesn’t know she’s every thought in my head
All the pedals fell off of her flowers
So I’m digging up a bed by the swing set
And if she said to hold my hand
I could hold up the world from this box of sand
Little Caroline O’Leary, won’t you turn me into a man
She always looks so pretty
Monday morning I’m up early
I’ve packed my lunch
I’m waiting at the bus stop, I haven’t blinked
Eyes frozen, haven’t blinked, but
It’s all worth it if I get to catch one of her curls outside the window
Of that big yellow thing rolling down my street
There goes Caroline
Little girl who doesn’t know she’s every thought in my head
I’m gonna board that bus and take a seat right next to her
And tell her that if she said
'Hold my hand,' I could hold up this world from a box of sand
I could hold up the world from the back of this
Broken down, dilapidated school bus memory of
Cute girls and chasing after
Caroline O’Leary
Maybe you could turn me into a man