The sustained belief
In manpowered flight
Draws an eager crowd
I decided to launch
But without wings
It's a divine and helpless spin
Gravity dictates
And worship defines
The time to plan
He's the holy ghost
The streets are clipper
Follow their prompt
Last ditch dieters
Reach for their chairs
Empty white-fisted
Bumbling rushers
Diving in baskets
They bury their treasure
The journey's curtailed
You've got to meet the horizon
Gravity dictates
But worship defines
Gravity dictates
But worship defines
The journey's curtailed
You've got to meet the horizon
It's not in the brochure
The perspective has frozen