Cold wind blows through the iron gate
Autumn leaves decide my fate
Rusty gears stop a wooden wheel
Cold steel touch is all I feel
Searching for a golden ticket glow
Where the painted horses used to go
Keep the beacon burning in the haze
Walking through a colorful old maze
Empty booths hold a salted breeze
Dead brown vines cling to the trees
Ticket stubs litter the concrete floor
I can't find the heavy open door
Searching for a golden ticket glow
Where the painted horses used to go
Keep the beacon burning in the haze
Walking through a colorful old maze
Mirror glass shows a lonely face
Ghostly lines in a hollow space
Cotton candy stalls are stripped and bare
Winter chill is hanging in the air
Searching for a golden ticket glow
Where the painted horses used to go
Keep the beacon burning in the haze
Walking through a colorful old maze
High above the salt and the foam
I will guide the tired sailors home
But tonight I chase a carnival spark
Lighting up the corners of the dark
Searching for a golden ticket glow
Where the painted horses used to go
Keep the beacon burning in the haze
Walking through a colorful old maze
Just a little spark in the gray
Lead me to a brighter sunny day
Keep the light on.
