Steady Things

I can't explain the way I feel today
Like the rug's been ripped out from under my frame
Still here I stand, with some pride but no plan
Some flame but no fan to spread it around all the room

When I wake up, that dream I always dreamt
Comes alive with color and verve (To some extent)
We've extended the reach of family
A support so tried and true
We thought we'd break without them

But we'll make due with what we have
A love so large and grand, it could fill up a canyon
Or an ocean run dry, by our excessive greed
Or our excessive need for steady things

We threw ourselves headfirst into the banks
Took a chance, took a risk, when no one else would
Now we're standing here face to red face
Our surroundings melt down to black and white blurs
Mountain tops line far cross the sky
And it never gets old, and I never know why
Or what caused us to think up this place
As a paradise built by hands close to breaking