We’ve got a ticket to ride, old chum.
Sit tall on the horse next to mine
The one that goes up and down.
Stationary steeds are not for you and me.
Hold the pole with one hand, old friend.
Take mine with the other
And round and round we will ride
Pretending we are kids again.
The autumn air grows chill, my sweet.
Catch the ring for me while you may.
I’ll wear it in winter and remember the music
After the carousel has wound down.
There’ll be no repeats then, my love.
One go-around is all there is.
Exit when it stops. No getting back in line.
But oh what a joy is a ticket to ride with you!