The Fall

Approximately half way down the steepest hill You think you've had your share of stumbles until The wind blows in your eyes And then you fall Approximately half way 'round your own good will You think you're movin' safe in circles until There's music in the air And then you fall And then you fall And then you fall And then you fall And then you fall You win some, you chose some And then you fall Uncalculated incidents become your life Just like the shifting clouds it changes with light Your eyes fixed on the line And then you fall And the you fall And then you fall And then you fall And then you fall You didn't come prepared for this Your gard is low your arms amiss The ache is warm and merciless You just need to rest, you just need to rest And then you fall.