"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!"