Track Insight / Lyrics
The harbor breathes a silver sigh,
As autumn leaves drift slowly by.
A rusted tug, a lonely grace,
Lost in time, a forgotten place.
Old Man Tiber, he knows the tide,
Seen fortunes bloom, and dreams subside.
He drifts the channels, slow and deep,
Past painted ponies, fast asleep.
Rust and carousel, a fading dream,
Ghostly laughter on a silent stream.
The Ferris wheel, a skeletal hand,
Reaching for a forgotten land.
The salt spray kisses splintered wood,
Where cotton candy once stood good.
The bumper cars, a tangled heap,
Whispering stories in their sleep.
Rust and carousel, a fading dream,
Ghostly laughter on a silent stream.
The Ferris wheel, a skeletal hand,
Reaching for a forgotten land.
He circles slowly, round and round,
No joyful faces can be found.
Just peeling paint and broken glass,
Reflecting moments that didn't last.
Rust and carousel, a fading dream,
Ghostly laughter on a silent stream.
The Ferris wheel, a skeletal hand,
Reaching for a forgotten land.
The calliope, a mournful strain,
A phantom echo in the rain.
He remembers children, bright and free,
Lost to the waves of memory.
Some folks say time heals every pain,
But ghosts remain, again and again.
This broken park, a hollow shell,
Where yesterday's joy forever fell.
Old Man Tiber, he understands,
The fleeting touch of shifting sands.
He's seen the world, both near and far,
And knows that nothing stays as it are.
Rust and carousel, a fading dream,
Ghostly laughter on a silent stream.
The Ferris wheel, a skeletal hand,
Reaching for a forgotten land.
The silver tide begins to flow,
Where silent memories softly glow.
Rust and carousel, drift away,
Into the dusk of a dying day.
