I stepped out onto the midway I was looking for the pirate ship and saw this small, old white tent at one end It was blue and had white lights hanging all around it I decided to check out the tent, it seemed I could hear music coming from inside As I walked toward it, I passed a crowd of people at the sideshow I couldn't figure out why they would want to wait in line I pulled back the drape thing on the tent There was a crystal ball at the table, and behind it, a girl wearing a hat She smiled me, and asked me if I wanted my fortune read I said okay and sat down I thought about it for a minute and asked her If she would rather go on the rollercoaster instead Creeping up into the sky Stopping at the top and starting down The girl grabbed my hand, I clutched it tight I said good-bye to the ground Far below, a soiled man A bucket of torn tickets at his side He watches as the children run by and cleans his teeth Spinning 'round, my head begins to turn I shouted and searched the sky for a friend I heard the fortune teller screaming back at me We stuck out our hands and met the winds The girl falters as she steps down from the platform She clutches her stomach and begins to heave The ticket-taker smiles and the last car is ready Who told you that you could leave? The sun was setting by the time we left We walked across the deserted lot alone We were tired, but we managed to smile At the gate, I said goodnight to the fortune teller The carnival sign threw colored shadows on her face But I could tell she was blushing

"Let me in," the voice cried softly From outside the wooden door Scattered remnants of the ship could be seen in the distance Blood stained the ice upon the shore "I'm the only one left, the storm took them all" He managed as he tried to stand The tears ran down his face "Please, it's cold" When he woke, there was no trace of the ship Only the dawn was left behind by the storm He felt the creaking of the stairs beneath him That rose, from the sea to the door There was a sound at the window then The captain started, his breath was still Slowly, he turned From behind the edge of the windowsill There appeared a delicate hand of a child His face was flushed and timid He stared at the captain through frightened eyes The captain reached for something to hold on to "Help me," he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet The boy's face went pale He recognized the sound Silently, he pulled down the shade against the shadow Lost in the doorstep of the empty house "I'm trying to find my way home I'm sorry, I miss you I miss you I've grown taller now" "I want the police to be notified" "But I swear, with this song, I'll make it up to you I'll make it up to you I'll make it up to you I miss you I miss you Oh, I miss you I miss you"

Oh, um, alright Steve, these headphones are fucked up, it's only coming of one side, like, err Should I just bear with it, or what? Shit, they're fucked Man, no, wait, please give me some new headphones He's shown you all that's going on Up with the Sun and Moon, he chooses your dawn And now, he's come home to retire with a yawn And now, he knows that he's not long Now, he spends his time trying to believe that what he did It was founded in me And now, he comes home, finds a book to read He turns the pages Hey! Oh, man