I sat there alone upon the ferris wheel. A pastel-colored carriage in the air. I thought you'd leave me dangling for a little while. A silly twist upon a childish dare. Below I saw you whisper to another man. Who held the lever that could bring me down. He stopped the world from turning at your command. It's always something cruel when left to drown. Chorus. I can hardly hear the music from the carousel. The wind picks up the carriage starts to sway. And one by one the lights go out it's closing time. I see you take his hand and walk away. Walk away. They say that you are always the last to know. They say that all that glitters is not gold. It's not just that you're never coming back to me. It's the bitter way that I was told..