I'm a pane from the carousel's crown
Autumn wind shakes my copper seams down
Artist returns with a satchel of light
She traces the fractures of last night
Glass fare paid in shattered hue
Moon rides the rusted Ferris wheel true
Every shard knows the route we knew
Night shift ends in a dawn of blue
Lead veins map the midway's ghost grid
Cotton candy stands where sugar hid
Her soldering iron hums a low tune
Mending the cracks beneath the harvest moon
Glass fare paid in shattered hue
Moon rides the rusted Ferris wheel true
Every shard knows the route we knew
Night shift ends in a dawn of blue
Rain taps the ticket booth's tin roof
I've carried dreamers I've carried proof
She lifts a fragment catches the gray
Colors bleed where the light holds sway
Kiln fire remembers the sand's first breath
Now autumn leaves write their own death
Taxi wisdom every road loops back
The park's closed sign cracks the fatal crack
Ferris wheel spokes like a steering wheel's spin
I've watched the city let the night in
She solders a star into the broken pane
Hope glints sharp as a cab's chrome claim
Glass fare paid in shattered hue
Moon rides the rusted Ferris wheel true
Every shard knows the route we knew
Night shift ends in a dawn of blue
Final fare dropped in the collection plate
Autumn sun gilds the rusted gate
My glass heart beats in a spectrum hymn
The artist smiles the day grows dim
Glass fare paid in shattered hue
Moon rides the rusted Ferris wheel true
Every shard knows the route we knew
Night shift ends in a dawn of blue
Meter stops the glass stays bright
Forever parked in autumn light
