We climb above the ticket lights
The booths, the glass, the painted gold
The park keeps turning under us
A little world we were allowed to hold
The cranes are back beyond the fence
Small iron bones against the blue
We saw the glow from far away
Now all that glow is under view
Turn us slow
Turn us slow
The city waits
Below the glow
Turn us slow
Turn us slow
We came to lose
What we had to know
Turn us slow
Turn us slow
We leave with light
Inside the bone
The turnstile is a silver tooth
The coin machine is cooling down
The gilded horse has closed its eyes
The cracked glass keeps its little crown
Your shoulder touches mine again
Not lost, not loud, not trying to stay
The cabin sways above the lights
And lets the evening turn away
Up
Still
Sky
Near
Lights
Small
I
Here
I almost ask the wheel to hold
To keep us where the bulbs look kind
But morning waits beyond the rails
With ordinary hands and time
A thing can end and still be real
A glow can leave and leave a trace
So let the cabin start its fall
And keep the night inside its place
Turn us slow
Turn us slow
The city waits
Below the glow
Turn us slow
Turn us slow
We came to lose
What we had to know
Turn us slow
Turn us slow
We touch the ground
And carry it home
The cabin opens
The park hums low
We step down changed
But do not say so