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.