Here for the Ride

Lyrics

Waking, walking, wondering

what steps we have to take

To dismantle very carefully

this creation that we made

The tide goes out, more truth revealed

The castles made of sand

Now every grain’s connected

Can we try to understand?

Sixty-seven thousand miles per hour through space

A small spinning ball

A magnet wobbling in place

All the time in the world

and if we own our mistakes

we might be here for the ride

Blinded by the speed of light

And hijacked by our past

Like old coyote off the cliff

Looking down and falling fast

Sixty-seven thousand miles per hour through space

A small spinning ball

A magnet wobbling in place

All the time in the world

and if we own our mistakes

we might be here for the ride