Track Insight / Lyrics
You wipe the counter down with a rag stained brown
The grill goes cold at three when the regulars leave town
A calico slips past the electric crown
Her patchwork coat catches the last light down
Calico rust on the Ferris wheel track
Autumn wind brings her nothing back
Three colors bleed on the peeling paint black
She walks the midway and don't look back
Coffee steam rises like a ghost from your cup
She pauses where the Tilt-A-Whirl stuck
One ear torn, a notch from some rough luck
She blinks slow, don't give a damn, don't give up
Calico rust on the Ferris wheel track
Autumn wind brings her nothing back
Three colors bleed on the peeling paint black
She walks the midway and don't look back
You slide a plate of scraps across the steel
She takes it slow, makes you wait, makes it real
The roller coaster screams but wheels don't heal
She eats like a queen on a broken meal
Calico rust on the Ferris wheel track
Autumn wind brings her nothing back
Three colors bleed on the peeling paint black
She walks the midway and don't look back
Morning shift arrives, you hang your apron up
She's curled on the bench where the ticket takers sat
The park stays closed, but she don't give a what
Just purrs like an engine, warm and fat
Calico rust on the Ferris wheel track
Autumn wind brings her nothing back
Three colors bleed on the peeling paint black
She walks the midway and don't look back
Calico rust on the Ferris wheel track
She walks the midway and don't look back
