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