Track Insight / Lyrics
Chain on the sprocket, gear on the spin
Autumn air biting, cold on my skin
Rusted old fences, yellowing grass
Watching the ghosts of the summer time pass
I am circling the Tilt-A-Whirl
Watching the colors of a faded world
Ride the perimeter, pedal the line
Tracing a circle in a vintage design
Plastic red horses, frozen in flight
Silver paint peeling in the morning light
Broken glass glinting on the ticket booth floor
Nobody knocks on the heavy steel door
I am circling the Tilt-A-Whirl
Watching the colors of a faded world
Ride the perimeter, pedal the line
Tracing a circle in a vintage design
Kodak is clicking, shutter is fast
Capturing moments that weren't meant to last
Orange leaf drifting on a concrete street
Rhythm of rubber, the mechanical beat
I am circling the Tilt-A-Whirl
Watching the colors of a faded world
Ride the perimeter, pedal the line
Tracing a circle in a vintage design
Brake pads are screaming, slowing the pace
Wind in my hair and a smirk on my face
One last snapshot of the Ferris wheel height
Before I pedal out of the autumn light
I am circling the Tilt-A-Whirl
Watching the colors of a faded world
Ride the perimeter, pedal the line
Tracing a circle in a vintage design
Just a blur in the frame.
Click.
Ticket to nowhere.
