She is the light
That you see from the highway
Paper tickets, good for a ride
She'll spin you around and around
Til you're dizzy
Get off and cut right back in front of the line
She is the feeling
Of days getting longer
The burn of the soda she secretly spiked
She's a great shot
She'll win you a teddy bear
And laugh when you tell her that you're still afraid of heights
But up in the air
She'll show you the lights of the next town
And you'll dream of the things you don't see from the ground
She's onto the next town
Onto the next town
Onto the next town
Like a carnival
She's empty pavement
Those last muddy footsteps
She's the grass that couldn't survive
The weight of machinery
Pulled by the trucks that
Packed up and pulled out in the cool of a midsummer night
And that teddy bear
It's just cheap cardboard covered in felt
So it sits at the back of your shelf
She's onto the next town
Onto the next town
Onto the next town
Like a carnival
If only there was a way you could bottle up that feeling
And you'd drink it in
When the days are short
And you long
She is the hope that's eternally springing
The merry-go-round that you never outgrow
She's onto the next town
Onto the next town
Onto the next town
Like a carnival