Track Insight / Lyrics
He parks the rig by the iron gate
The midway sleeps in the autumn haze
The Ferris wheel stands tall and gray
A steel lighthouse in the decay
He scans the midway, radio in hand
The Ferris wheel turns on the autumn wind
Static rises, a hum on the air
Midway beacon, burn through the air
The Tilt-A-Whirl sits frozen in rust
Carousel horses, heads bowed to dust
He checks the booths where the prizes sleep
Finds only tickets the wind blew deep
He scans the midway, radio in hand
The Ferris wheel turns on the autumn wind
Static rises, a hum on the air
Midway beacon, burn through the air
The funhouse mirrors are cracked and blind
Reflections shattered, nothing to find
The bumper cars sit in a tangled knot
Wires dead, the current forgot
He scans the midway, radio in hand
The Ferris wheel turns on the autumn wind
Static rises, a hum on the air
Midway beacon, burn through the air
The fog horn blasts from the harbor far
A warning pulse from a guiding star
He drops the mic, climbs the wheel's steel spine
To light the midway, one more time
The dawn breaks pale on the horizon line
The Ferris wheel stops, the search is done
He loads the rig with a quiet mind
The midway sleeps till the next autumn sun
He scans the midway, radio in hand
The Ferris wheel turns on the autumn wind
Static rises, a hum on the air
Midway beacon, burn through the air
Engine starts, the rig pulls away
Midway beacon fades in the day
