I walk the midway boards alone
The paint is peeling off the bone
My lamp cuts cones through falling leaves
A geometric web it weaves
Flashlight waltz in three four time
Counting steps like rhythm rhyme
One two three the dark retreats
Four five six the concrete beats
The Ferris wheel sits stark and still
Against the pale October hill
No cotton candy scent remains
Just damp wood and iron chains
Flashlight waltz in three four time
Counting steps like rhythm rhyme
One two three the dark retreats
Four five six the concrete beats
I used to count the flashing sweep
Across the water dark and deep
Now I count the tread of soles
On broken glass and empty bowls
The keeper's log is gathering dust
The lens is cold the brass is rust
But every night I make my round
Where silence is the only sound
The rollercoaster tracks the sky
Like ribs of some great beast gone dry
My beam picks out a single print
Then two more in the ceramic glint
Flashlight waltz in three four time
Counting steps like rhythm rhyme
One two three the dark retreats
Four five six the concrete beats
The autumn wind brings rain not snow
The footprints fill and cease to show
I click the switch the circle dies
And watch the park in shadow rise
Flashlight waltz in three four time
Counting steps like rhythm rhyme
One two three the dark retreats
Four five six the concrete beats
Flashlight waltz in three four time
Counting steps like rhythm rhyme
The beam goes out the count is done
Until the spring brings back the sun
