Down to This

Sifting through history
This wrecking yard of memory
Where smoke and mirrors reigned supreme
Now solder and acetylene
Try to fuse together
All the half lives that I scattered
In a rush to become someone else
The wonderkid, the infidel

I have always known this day
Of reckoning would come my way
And leave me grasping empty air

But if it all comes down to this
Hanging by my fingertips
I wont let go
If we survive the big collapse
Can we have our money back?
I want to know
If it all comes down to this

Reluctant terrestrial
I ventured out beyond the pale
To hear the ones who fell to earth
Tell me what the trip was worth
Now you smell the fear on me
Of Icarus and Lockerbie
When all the laws of physics overruled
The willing spirit

I have always known this day
Of reckoning would come my way
And leave me grasping empty air

But if it all comes down to this
Hanging by my fingertips
I wont let go
If we survive the big collapse
Can we have our money back?
I want to know

And if they try to take me down
I won't fall without a sound
There must be fifty ways to hit the ground . . .