Cold wind hits the ticket booth
Autumn tells the bitter truth
Rusty gears and peeling paint
The summer ghost is growing faint
I am just an iron anchor
Dragging through the empty park
Looking for a hidden banker
Walking through the velvet dark
Ferris wheel is frozen tight
Silver spokes against the light
Cotton candy sticks to stone
Walking through the maze alone
I am just an iron anchor
Dragging through the empty park
Looking for a hidden banker
Walking through the velvet dark
Flash the bulb and catch the frame
Every ride has got a name
Broken glass on every floor
I can see the open door
I am just an iron anchor
Dragging through the empty park
Looking for a hidden banker
Walking through the velvet dark
Heavy chain across the gate
Too much weight and far too late
Sinking deep in golden leaves
While the autumn forest heaves
Buses leave the city square
Winter scent is in the air
One last shot of frozen gold
Before the night becomes too cold
I am just an iron anchor
Dragging through the empty park
Looking for a hidden banker
Walking through the velvet dark
Just an iron anchor.
Sinking in the gold.
Click.