I am the cable made of cold grey steel
Holding the weight that the high winds feel
Rust on my skin where the salt spray hit
Waiting for someone to light the wick
Hanging in the autumn air
Frozen in a steady stare
High above the closed-down ride
Nowhere left for us to hide
October leaves hit the ticket booth
Bare metal tells a heavy kind of truth
Tattered red flags in the biting gale
Tying the knot with a weathered nail
Hanging in the autumn air
Frozen in a steady stare
High above the closed-down ride
Nowhere left for us to hide
A worker sleeps in a canvas tent
Counting the hours until the rent is spent
He checks the tension with a calloused hand
Walking a wire over salted sand
Hanging in the autumn air
Frozen in a steady stare
High above the closed-down ride
Nowhere left for us to hide
Oil on the pulley and a heavy chain
Drinking the tea to forget the rain
He looks at the coast where the white foam breaks
Counting the risks that a lonely man takes
The wheel doesn't spin and the lights are all dead
Cold iron pillows for a weary head
Tighten the bolt till the metal screams out
This is the only thing I know about
Winter is coming with a heavy frost
Everything gained is everything lost
He climbs the ladder to the highest beam
Waking up slow from a heavy-duty dream
Hanging in the autumn air
Frozen in a steady stare
High above the closed-down ride
Nowhere left for us to hide
Just a thin line in the grey. Hold on tight.
Until the break of day.
