I don’t know where I am, facing the great unknown
We move in circles, and find our way back home
Quiet country house with horses in the yard
Oh steeplechaser, you’re not getting very far
I know you far to well to get cynical
Things seem to turn around when they’re miserable
Breaking apart the worst you’ve been through
That never knocked the wind out of you
I know you far to well to get cynical
So when the story sets over this fractured land
Do you think they’ll notice, do you think they’ll understand
That we are all that’s left, we are the pioneers
And there’s no pretty way to make it out of here
I know you far to well to get cynical
Things seem to turn around when they’re miserable
Breaking apart the worst you’ve been through
That never knocked the wind out of you
I know you far to well to get cynical
Clutching the hand of the effervescent heartbeat
The tower’s tickin’ but it never reaches empty
And you can’t pull the fire down into the dark
When the kiln is burning deeper than the dust
I know you far to well to get cynical
Things seem to turn around when they’re miserable
Breaking apart the worst you’ve been through
That never knocked the wind out of you
I know you far to well to get cynical
To get cynical, to get cynical