Now I have always wondered
How I can stand upon your shoulders
Look around and around and round and not see a thing?
It always seemed confusing
Your jokes are never amusing
You can talk and talk and talk and not say a thing

We could fall below and never make a sound
The truth it is frightening now
Will we ever get out?

You always try to listen
And for that gift I feel threatened
By the high esteem I hold you, it hurts so much
I wipe the dust off of my face
It's all that's left of dreams misplaced
I find it hard to believe you could take much more

We could fall below and never make a sound
The truth it is frightening now
Will we ever get out?

We could fall below and never make a sound
The truth it is frightening now
Will we ever get out?
Will we ever get out?