The turnstiles turned into one of those days

That I knew I couldn’t beat

Having no chance of getting blown away

Being latched down in my seat

When up walks a girl with a twang in her hey

Saying “I think this one’s for me”

She sat down then the PA sounded off

Counting down from three

Before the attendant got to go

I was already counting clovers

Hoping a turn will help us both

And get her inching closer

Hanging onto every word she’d throw

Man life flew by on that coaster

But wheels stop, you let go

Then suddenly… it’s over