I climbed the rusted iron gate
The autumn air was cold and straight
I held the violin in hand
A wooden ghost in a dead land
The Ferris wheel is frozen gray
I snapped a photo of the day
The ticket booth is peeling white
The park is bathing in the light
Play the gold on the broken ride
Nowhere left for the ghosts to hide
Sing a song for the velvet seat
Where the summer and winter meet
I walked along the midway lane
The wooden boards felt every stain
I played a chord against the wind
Where all the happy moments pinned
Play the gold on the broken ride
Nowhere left for the ghosts to hide
Sing a song for the velvet seat
Where the summer and winter meet
One last flash of a silver lens
Where the magic of the circus ends
Bow of horsehair on a copper wire
Setting all the dead leaves on fire
The carousel is standing still
A lonely climb up a dusty hill
I caught the angle of the sun
Before the autumn day was done
The bus is waiting by the road
I carry such a heavy load
A wooden box and a plastic view
Of every shade of amber hue
Play the gold on the broken ride
Nowhere left for the ghosts to hide
Sing a song for the velvet seat
Where the summer and winter meet
Just a snapshot in my hand
Golden light across the land
(Ooh, ooh)
Golden ride.
