"Birds and planes go

Through the rainbow

Every day though

You simply refuse

Old-fashioned Ferris Wheels

Are no big deal

They're just big wheels with chairs

So don't be scared

Just set yourself free"


She tells me it's alright

To open up my eyes

She holds onto my hand

And the clouds float by

The couple in the car below

They wave to us and say hello

I think they understand

The way we're feeling


I don't need to say 'I love you'

When we're floating

So far up above

Everyone else's lives

Are intertwined

With yours and mine

I hope

They find the joy

That we have found


She tells me it's alright

To open up my eyes

She holds onto my hand

And the clouds race by

The couple in the car above

I suppose they think

That we're in love

I think they might be right


And without warning when we're almost at the top

The wheel that turns us all comes to a sudden stop.

The wind that's blown us dies a quick and painless death

The air gets clammy and we hold each other's breath

We get the feeling that we're not alone in this

And then a God who really ought not to exist

Sticks out a great big hand

And grabs me by the wrist

And asks me "why?" and I say

"Well God, it's like this

It may be arrogance

Or just appalling taste

But I'd rather use my pain than let it all go to waste

On some old god who tells me what I want to hear

As if I cannot tell obedience from fear

I want to take my pleasures where and how I will,

Be they disgraceful or distasteful or distilled

And to be frank I find that life has more appeal

Without a driver who's asleep behind the wheel"


Then God decides that he has taken quite enough

Of all this atheistic tosh I'm spouting off

And so he calls upon his favourite angel choir

To sing of times when men were filled with christian fire

But over-zealous angels flap their wings too fast

And cause the wind to blow and turn the wheel at last

And soon my feet are safely back on solid ground

And then I hear a voice say

"Don't look down!".