You've got that look in your eyes Into the infinite beyond our lives Where does it end? You want to know so you can begin To figure out just where you're at That's like a mouse chasing a cat And I know I've cast blame I know the ways for which I am ashamed But it will never end Does that mean goodbye, my friend And is the pain you win/wear worth Not settlin' up/ That's saddlin' up before you leave this/the earth/dirt Mr. Brink is in the palm of your hand Swallow him down and you're his man If I could rope it in And place before you a/our beginning and an/our end Would it make a difference? Would it change your experience? And isn't that the fatal blow You miss the ride, you miss the show You got to hold on to the earth While she spins you like a Tilt-a-Whirl And when she's done You can frame up your ticket stub And hum the ringing in your ear Slow ride, you hear