Ticket Seller's Hill

[Chorus] Twenty and grey, under the glaring sun Empty Ferris wheel, my summer's undone Pocket change for a soda, that's all I've got left This old song on repeat, a broken-hearted theft [Verse] Ticket booth's my kingdom, king of nothing now She walked away, didn't even take a bow Just twenty years young, but feeling ancient and worn This carousel music, a siren's mournful horn Buzzing in my ears, a constant, dizzy sound Spinning in circles, lost and never found Which way to go? The sky a hazy shade Every step I take, a promise I betrayed [Pre-Chorus] Is this the future I was sold? A faded, childish dream Or just a detour on a lonely, winding stream? My world's a ghost town, rides are standing still And I'm just a ticket seller, climbing up this hill [Chorus] Twenty and grey, under the glaring sun Empty Ferris wheel, my summer's undone Pocket change for a soda, that's all I've got left This old song on repeat, a broken-hearted theft [Verse] Remember laughing, chasing down the breeze Now the air is heavy, bringing me to my knees Cotton candy clouds turn to dust and smoke Every happy memory, a cruel, ironic joke I see the kids with their parents, faces full of glee And wonder if they'll ever feel this lost, this me This quiet desperation, a whisper in the heat Trying to find a rhythm, to get back on my feet [Pre-Chorus] Is this the future I was sold? A faded, childish dream Or just a detour on a lonely, winding stream? My world's a ghost town, rides are standing still And I'm just a ticket seller, climbing up this hill [Chorus] Twenty and grey, under the glaring sun Empty Ferris wheel, my summer's undone Pocket change for a soda, that's all I've got left This old song on repeat, a broken-hearted theft [Bridge] This ride goes up so high, then plunges down so fast Like love, it promised forever, but it never seemed to last I'm stuck here at the bottom, watching futures fly Just a kid with a uniform, beneath a weeping sky [Verse] The music fades a little, the sun begins to dip Another day is over, slipping through my grip I count the coins again, a solitary task Behind this lonely window, wearing this hollow mask Maybe tomorrow's brighter, maybe the sky will clear But tonight, it's just the echoes, and the silence I can hear [Outro]