The Ride

There are nights where you have to be the rusted bolt
On the ferris wheel

Not the painted carriages
Not the blinking lights

Just the thing that holds it all together
While everything else continues to move around you
Like it's supposed to

And the best you can do
Is hold on

For you may not get the glamour or the glory

But you get the satisfaction of knowing
That without you,
This ride cannot continue