Next Stop

Can't stand the twisting or turning

I keep pulling the string, it works
Listen and hear the sick little 223ding224

I feel a bit woozy
It's not what I've eaten
Nothing this ride
Can possibly sweeten

Let me off, get me out, I give up

Please stop, I've paid the fare
Stand here with a soul stripped bare

Begged and pleaded; tried to ride it out
Have had it all and gone without

Laughed and cried and sighed my sighs
Discovered hope lives, withers and then dies