Sometimes I feel like this world
Is just one big, gigantic merry-go-round
You gotta hold on tight
Or you get hurled thru the air
Yea, life is a 3 ring circus
With clowns and freaks and camels and such
And you never know when you might be attacked by the bears

Chorus
Give me love, give me love
Love me good

Sometimes I feel like I’m afraid of my own shadow and then
Sometimes I can feel as bold as Genghis Khan
But I could never live in a yurt
On a diet of Mongolian barbecue
I conquer the world for a moment
Then the moment is gone
Let us take a moment now to bow our heads and pray
If only to give thanks for making it thru another day

Sometimes I wish I was in a movie
Or some 70s TV thing
Where everything gets neatly wrapped by the end of the show
Yea, but this ain’t Hollywood
And this sure ain’t the Brady Bunch and
How this plot’s gonna all pan out
I don’t really know

Written by Michael W. Smith and Wayne Kirkpatrick ©1998 Milene Music, Inc. / Deer Valley Music (admin by Milene Music, Inc.) / ASCAP / Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp. / Sell The Cow Music / BMI