Ferris Wheel Hearts

[Verse 1]
Dust on my boots
grease on my hands
Got paid Friday
now I’m making plans
You in that sundress
smelling like July
Said, “Pick me up
where the blacktop meets the sky”
[Chorus]
County fair hearts
spinning like the Ferris wheel
High from your laugh
and the way you make small things feel
Bigger than this town
bigger than these Friday nights
County fair hearts
lighting up the summer sky
[Verse 2]
Tickets on my wrist
mustard on your fries
You steal my ball cap
I steal your eyes
We miss the big show
kissing by the trucks
You say, “Win me something,
or is my kiss enough?”
[Chorus]
County fair hearts
spinning like the Ferris wheel
High from your laugh
and the way you make small things feel
Bigger than this town
bigger than these Friday nights
County fair hearts
lighting up the summer sky
[Bridge]
Yeah we’re stuck in this line
for the ride that always breaks
But your hand in mine
turns waiting into faith
If this is all we get
I don’t need some grand design
Just cheap fireworks
and your fingers locked in mine (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
County fair hearts
spinning like the Ferris wheel
High from your laugh
and the way you make small things feel
Bigger than this town
bigger than these Friday nights
County fair hearts
forever in these summer skies

country, Anthemic alt-country pop with male vocals; big four-on-the-floor kick under tuned 808 low end, crunchy electric guitars, and bright acoustic strums. Verses ride a tight rhythmic pocket with palm-muted riffs; choruses explode with gang vocals, tambourine, and wide stereo power chords. Bridge strips down to vocal, clap, and bass thump before a final, hands-in-the-air singalong outro., rhythmic, alternative country, electric, pop, male vocals