Birds and planes go through the rainbow
Every day, though you simply refuse.
Old-fashioned ferris wheels
Are no big deal
They're just big wheels with chairs,
So don't be scared.
Just set yourself free!
She tells me it's alright
To open up my eyes;
She holds onto my hand
And the clouds float by.
The couple in the car below,
They wave to us and say 'Hello!'.
I think they understand
The way we're feeling...
I don't need to say I love you
When we're floating so far up above
Everyone else's lives
Are intertwined with yours and mine;
I hope they find the joy that we have found.
She tells me it's alright
To open up my eyes;
She holds onto my hand
And the clouds race by.
The couple in the car above,
Well, I suppose they think that we're in love
I think they might be right...
And without warning,
When we're almost at the top,
The wheel that turns us all comes to a sudden stop.
The wind that's blown us dies a quick and painless death,
The air gets clammy and we hold eachother's breath.
We get the feeling that we're not alone in this...
And then a god, who really ought not to exist
Sticks out a great big hand
And grabs me by the wrist
And asks me why, and I say:
"Well, God, it's like this:
It may be arrogance
Or just appalling tast,
But I'd rather use my pain than let it all go to waste
On some old god who tells me what I want to hear;
As if I cannot tell obedience from fear!
I want to take my pleasures where and how I will,
Be they disgraceful, or distasteful or distilled;
And to be frank, I find that life has more appeal
Without a driver who's asleep behind the wheel!"
Then God decides that he has taken quite enough
Of all this atheistic tosh I'm spouting off,
And so he calls upon his favourite angel choir
To sing of times when men were filled with christian fire.
But over-zealous angels flap their wings too fast
And cause the wind to blow and turn the wheel at last,
And soon my feet are safely back on solid ground,
And then I hear a voice say:
'Don't look down'.