Hanging on the top
Who rocks his car
Back and forth
Not in a juvenile way
He just wants to shake up the horizon a little
See the ground
See the sky
See the ground
See the sky
The operator warns him
He's gonna fall out
But nobody falls out
So he just keeps rocking
When he goes back home
He's gotta carry his mom to bed
And figure out
How to pay the bills
Before something gets shut off
So here he plays the new guy
With the bad attitude
And the shaking fixation
Here he can shake up the horizon
. . . . .
There's a couple in the middle
Facing the Traitt/Artitt building
Tracing their hands
Over the lettering
The boy is a Traitt
The girl is an Artitt
The families split years ago
Over bad business
But the lettering remains
Because consumers enjoy
Familiarity
When they go home
They'll announce their engagement
And be disowned
For at least two weeks
Before their families get over it
And start planning a wedding
These two will reignite a financial empire
While sitting on a Ferris Wheel
. . . . .
At the bottom
There's a girl
She doesn't want to get off the wheel
Because when she's off the wheel
She'll have nowhere to go
Just a car to walk back to
An empty apartment
A night going unused
She'll pour herself some wine
And put on some music
And think of all the guys
She could have been on the Ferris Wheel with
Had she played her cards right
During her life up until now
Then she'll put on a dress
A better dress, a confident dress
And walk back down to that fairway
Just as the lights are going off
Behind her
And she'll meet the operator
And ask to go around again
'Sure, ma'am,' he says, 'But why?'
She smiles
And says--
'I think this time I'll get it right'
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