Question your worried laughter, forget the disguise
Celebrate the contour of this life
Your mortal purpose, aching for flight

Life with it’s layers
The weakness of winter
The wind and its purpose: this mortal rodeo

Is it vertigo?
This mortal rodeo
Is it vertigo?

And as you measure your fortune
And what you have, and what he does not
A poor man shames us all

Where is the delicate voice of sympathy darlings?
We make our decisions
We are champions of contrast
Where is the delicate voice of sympathy darlings?
Where is the delicate voice of sympathy darlings?

The texture of time
The awakening of man
We’re orphans floating down a river

Is it vertigo?
Is it vertigo?
This mortal rodeo…