You walk the path of painted gold
The autumn air is biting cold
You check the gate and lock the chain
And watch the clouds prepare for rain
The ticket booth is grey and dry
A lonely bird goes floating by
You hold your flashlight in your grip
You feel the heavy leather slip
Keep the ghost rides in their place
Staring at a frozen face
Steel and rust in October air
Walking circles in a glare
The cotton candy machine sleeps
While the midnight shadow creeps
You hear a rattle in the breeze
Dry brown leaves fall from the trees
Keep the ghost rides in their place
Staring at a frozen face
Steel and rust in October air
Walking circles in a glare
Your boots hit the concrete hard
The lonely king of a dead yard
No one screams and no one cheers
Just the ringing in your ears
You brew your coffee in a pot
The parking lot is one big blot
You lean against the metal rail
Your tired skin is turning pale
The morning sun is almost here
The fog is thick and crystal clear
You turn the key and open wide
And let the early crowd inside
Keep the ghost rides in their place
Staring at a frozen face
Steel and rust in October air
Walking circles in a glare
Lock it up tight
Goodnight, goodnight
