Oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
One last ride,
the booth was closed Your voice still played in silent code
A lost coupon and jacket seam Marked valid only in a dream
We chased the music from the cards But FM cut before it starts
A jingle left on looping air And no one asked if we were there
The ride kept turning after us
Those seats were empty,
tracks had rust
The gate lights blinked then turned away You had a map of every stall
I had no plan,
just tried them all Our fingers read from colored ice
Traded silence once for dice The cotton flags were pulled down fast
We left the coin,
we left the game But nowhere else still felt the same
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