The walls of this house have crumbled so many times, but we just built it up again, and we've lost so many canaries down in the mines, and we've lost so many friends. All the fallen feathers swept under the rug, those sorry shaven children kept like lambs within a pen, there's countless shards of shattered metal buried beneath the mud, there's fierce energy coursing through you but one day it will be spent, and we can't locate that swollen city but I don't think anyone misses it, our hands are full with forecasting the coming weather, our wealth best invested in the brains of future professors, well keep our eyes kept focussed on the road, our heads never bowed low, putting our best into lugging the wagon that contains a young boy with eyes aglow, but lo and behold, hes a heavy load, and were falling like raindrops in the ocean or pennies in a well, i bought a single ticket for the carousel, to spin me round against my will, i dipped and rose to a simple tune til the horse it slowed and was finally still, and I was too tall to ride anymore, so I felt I should dismount and leave, and let another jump on and enjoy the ride that goes round and round and round and