You've got that look in your eyes
Into the infinite beyond our lives
Where does it end?
You want to know so you can begin
To figure out just where you're at
That's like a mouse chasing a cat
And I know I've cast blame
I know the ways for which I am ashamed
But it will never end
Does that mean goodbye, my friend
And is the pain you win/wear worth
Not settlin' up/ That's saddlin' up before you leave this/the earth/dirt
Mr. Brink is in the palm of your hand
Swallow him down and you're his man
If I could rope it in
And place before you a/our beginning and an/our end
Would it make a difference?
Would it change your experience?
And isn't that the fatal blow
You miss the ride, you miss the show
You got to hold on to the earth
While she spins you like a Tilt-a-Whirl
And when she's done
You can frame up your ticket stub
And hum the ringing in your ear
Slow ride, you hear