Lyrics

At the Fair
The sun goes down, the lights come up.  Gates open wide
The Midway calls, second thoughts, I'm at the end of the line
This seat is cold beneath me
No harness in sight
I’m lifted backward into the night
 
My courage thin, I’m holding tight.  I’m not ready to fly
It swoops me up again and throws me to the sky
I’m at the top again
I close my eyes tight
I’m lifted backward into the night
 
The fortune wheel clatters on, a gambler’s prayer                                    
I’m rising one more time. Wishes in the air
I’m at the top again
Lights gleaming bright
I lift my arms into the night
 
I’m at the top again
Packed my bags right
I cast my shadow into the night.