I listen to you cry,
I hug you as you sigh,
and you ask me why I smile,
grin like a crocodile.

I tell you it'll be alright,
and I know it will,
because the ride has yet to end,
and we've yet to reach the thrill.

On the coaster of life,
you've got to get high to swoop down low,
sometimes it's just a shitty deal,
but that's the way it flows,
if it was just a straight track,
you know you'd say it blows,
so instead its all the ups and downs
of a rather bumpy road.