Diesel humming in the night.
Headlights cutting through the white.
Empty lot and iron bars.
Sleeping under frozen stars.
Wooden horses standing still.
Frozen on a winter hill.
Velvet curtains torn and blue.
Waiting for a ghost of you.
Ticket booths are locked and tight.
Silver paint has lost its light.
Cotton candy sugar stain.
Washed away by autumn rain.
Wooden horses standing still.
Frozen on a winter hill.
Velvet curtains torn and blue.
Waiting for a ghost of you.
Gear shift clicking in the cab.
October air is cold and drab.
Painted faces cracked and old.
Stories that were never told.
Wooden horses standing still.
Frozen on a winter hill.
Velvet curtains torn and blue.
Waiting for a ghost of you.
Heavy loads and highway lines.
Reading all the warning signs.
One last look before I go.
Sinking in the coming snow.
Metal gears begin to grind.
Leaving all the rust behind.
Empty seats and golden wire.
Cold as ice and dead as fire.
Wooden horses standing still.
Frozen on a winter hill.
Velvet curtains torn and blue.
Waiting for a ghost of you.
Shift the gear and drive away.
Into the silver morning grey. Rust and velvet.
Fade away.
