Children with candyfloss
And prizes of goldfish
Young men kill tin ducks
In sharp shooter poses
The loughter of lovers
On the rickety stairs
The rumble of diesels
And the sounds of the fair

An old gypsy lady
In soft Spanish whispers
Took my hand in hers
And told me their secrets
"Your heart is a fire
And his love is on ember
You must forget
What you'll always remember"

Superstitious nonsense
Just a fairground attraction
I walked through the neons
In search of distraction
But the tears in my eyes
Knew the truth in my heart
She'd only confirmed
What I knew at the start