Wheels grip the cold October steel
Paint peels back with every wheel
The Ferris wheel won't turn no more
Tracks end at the old funhouse door
Brake shoes scream like short-order cooks
Coupling pins hold greasy looks
Leaves pile deep in switching books
Night shift starts on broken hooks
Iron October rolls alone
Rust eats the paint right to the bone
No calliope sings a tone
Just steel and wind a low drone
Ticket booth glass cracked and grey
Midway lights have fled the day
Roller coaster frozen mid-scream
Silent now the rider's dream
Brake shoes scream like short-order cooks
Coupling pins hold greasy looks
Leaves pile deep in switching books
Night shift starts on broken hooks
Iron October rolls alone
Rust eats the paint right to the bone
No calliope sings a tone
Just steel and wind a low drone
Cotton candy machines seized tight
Sugar crystals grip the rail
Funhouse mirrors cracked all night
Reflect a rusty weary tale
Iron October rolls alone
Rust eats the paint right to the bone
No calliope sings a tone
Just steel and wind a low drone
Coffee thermos on the dash
Black and bitter cook's best friend
Steam rises with a tired crash
Where screaming tracks and silence blend
Iron October rolls alone
Rust eats the paint right to the bone
No calliope sings a tone
Just steel and wind a low drone
Morning comes but park stays shut
Wheels lock down on frozen rail
Another shift another cut
Iron October tells the tale
Iron October rolls alone
Rust eats the paint right to the bone
No calliope sings a tone