Merry-go-Round

The first time I heard this song, I knew it would come to mean a lot to me because of the town I  grew up in and the stories I hear every month. Today another boy from the town four hours west talked about his desperation to hear from Mom.

“Can you get a visit from Mom. Will that help?”

“I haven’t seen my mom in a long time.”

“Will it help or hurt?”

“I just wish she’d reply to my letters.”

“Mom’s dealing with her own issues, huh?”

“Yeah, I wish she’d stop taking the drugs.”

We sent him off to mental health, and I thought, “Have we all gone mad? Can’t we get off the merry-go-round and do something for this kid? He’s from the ‘same trailer, different park,’ or maybe he’s from a different trailer, same park. Either way he looks like he’s going down the same path. Please, God, don’t let it happen again.”

Last week a co-worker drove around the outside perimeter and chanced to look up at my academic advisee’s window. Something didn’t look right, I guess. How can one tell what looks suspicious or normal 100 yards through fence, three layers of razor wire, and a skinny window? My colleague called the staff inside the yard to check on the room in question and prevented another suicide. Thank God. I can’t take another one.

Kacey Musgraves – Merry Go ’round Lyrics

If you ain’t got two kids by 21,
You’re probably gonna die alone
At least that’s what tradition told you.

And it don’t matter if you don’t believe,
Come Sunday morning you best be there
In the front row, like you’re s’posed to.

Same hurt in every heart.
Same trailer, different park.

Mamas hooked on Mary Kay
Brothers hooked on Mary Jane
And Daddies hooked on Mary two doors down.

Mary Mary quite contrary,
We get bored so we get married
And just like dust we settle in this town.
On this broken merry go ’round and ’round and ’round we go,
Where it stops nobody knows…
And it ain’t slowin’ down, this merry go ’round…

We think the first time’s good enough,
So we hold on to high school love,
Say we won’t end up like our parents.

Tiny little boxes in a row,
Ain’t want you want it’s what you know,
Just happy in the shoes you’re wearin’.

Same checks we’re always cashin’,
To buy a little more distraction.

Cause Mamas hooked on Mary Kay
Brothers hooked on Mary Jane
Daddies hooked on Mary two doors down.

Mary Mary quite contrary,
We get bored so we get married
And just like dust we settle in this town.
On this broken merry go ’round and ’round and ’round we go,
Where we stop nobody knows…
And it ain’t slowin’ down, this merry go ’round…

Mary Mary quite contrary,
We’re so bored until we’re buried.
And just like dust we settle in this town.
On this broken merry go ’round…
Merry go ’round…

Jack and Jill went up the hill,
Jack burned out on booze and pills,
And Mary had a little lamb,
Mary just don’t give a damn no more.

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About hey miss

A teacher. A prison guard. I used to think that was like oil and water. Like lightening and metal. Some days it is. Some days it's magic.
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