Taking all into consideration I'm not sure what the form is Do I dare to believe what I see, and hear Or am I still asleep? Well I know there are many ways out And I know there are hearts, and veins, and pulses Well muscles breathe, and tendons tend to deceive But I'm bone. Am I bone? Oh if I can survive, then I'll be A testament to drive To single-mindedness Oh if I can survive then I'll be A testament to drive To single-mindedness. How could I be so stupid And naive As to not even look at the ground When I leave The runway or the trees? It's like I've Tumbled and twisted Or somersaulted So many times that I No longer know where I left The floor.