I spin above the silent midway
Copper skin turns green with decay
Ferris wheel sits frozen in place
Paint peels slow in autumn grace
October breathes through broken gears
Carousel horses shed their tears
I point the way the cold wind steers
And I turn turn turn on copper spine
Watching seasons draw their line
No riders left to scream or shine
Just maple leaves and winter's sign
I turn turn turn on copper spine
Empty ticket booths boarded tight and deep
Pink candy dust in piles asleep
Roller coaster tracks in iron sleep
Long shadows stretch where children leap
October breathes through broken gears
Carousel horses shed their tears
I point the way the cold wind steers
And I turn turn turn on copper spine
Watching seasons draw their line
No riders left to scream or shine
Just maple leaves and winter's sign
I turn turn turn on copper spine
Morning pigeons roost on my copper crown
Feathers soft on verdigris brown
Sky turns white as snow falls down
The park sleeps quiet sleeping sound
Lightning writes across the grey
I hold position come what may
Grounding rod for heaven's play
Static hums in copper vein
Spring will wake this sleep again
And I turn turn turn on copper spine
Watching seasons draw their line
No riders left to scream or shine
Just maple leaves and winter's sign
I turn turn turn on copper spine
Patient years will stack like wooden crates
Red rust will write its final dates
But I'll spin while the pole creates
Balance for the storm that waits
And I turn turn turn on copper spine
Watching seasons draw their line
No riders left to scream or shine
Just maple leaves and winter's sign
I turn turn turn on copper spine
Turn turn turn on copper spine
North wind sings through rusted steel
Copper turns in morning chill
