Well the ropes are taut,
And the stories have all been caught
There's a frost-cover drawn on the shore,
And the catcher still seems to want more

Through the reel and through the unreal,
It's not what you see but what you feel,
And what transpires here,
And what I hear transpires

And it falls, falls, falls
And it falls, falls, falls
It rises up, it rises up
And it falls, falls, falls

I just want to break even
I just want to pass on through,
Like a ghost through a household tune,
Under light of the early dusk hues

Navigating and dealing extremes
Is not what at first it seems;
But I keep my ship tight and true,
For the next time that I will see you

And it falls, falls, falls
And it falls, falls, falls
It rises up, it rises up
And it falls, falls, falls