Rust on the iron gate rail
Autumn turns the garden pale
Cold wind hits the empty ride
Nowhere left for ghosts to hide
Copper casing scratched and worn
Left behind and feeling torn
Clipped to a velvet red seat
Where the dead end alleys meet
Golden gear and a frozen hand
Watching over the vacant land
Counting seconds in a heavy spin
Waiting for the rush to begin
Ferris wheel is a jagged bone
Sitting on a concrete throne
Leaves are piling on the track
Waiting for the crowd to come back
Golden gear and a frozen hand
Watching over the vacant land
Counting seconds in a heavy spin
Waiting for the rush to begin
Snap a photo of the grey
Capture how the colors fray
Just a click and then a flash
Turning every hope to ash
Wind up the spring one more time
Listen to the metal chime
Scent of popcorn in the breeze
Swaying with the dying trees
Silver chain on a dirty floor
Locked behind a heavy door
Ticking loud in the winter chill
Everything is standing still
Golden gear and a frozen hand
Watching over the vacant land
Counting seconds in a heavy spin
Waiting for the rush to begin
Tick tick boom
Just a golden gear
Tick tick boom
Gone this year
