I knew a juggler with a habit that he couldn’t break,
he said clinging to a moment was his first mistake,
‘cause a moment is elusive, and it can’t be held,
+++ when he tried to keep it everything just fell..
+++++ we don’t know how this will turn out,
+++++ we just go until we find out..

I fell in love without a reason at the library,
she was rearranging numbers for a Ph.D.,
+++ and she spoke another language that I’d like to try
+++ she could’ve taught me plenty, but I had to fly..
+++++ we don’t know how this will turn out,
+++++ we just go until we find out,
+++++ it’ll blow your little mind out
+++ all your clubs and torches will someday be dropped,
+++ every clock that’s ticking now will someday stop,
+++ all we get is choices in a little chain,
+++ any way you slice it, nothing stays the same..

they built tunnels through the mountains on the interstate,
you pass in and out of weather when you drive that way,
+++ and it might be cold & sunny on the nearer side,
+++ snowing something crazy, you’ll emerge to find,
+++ clinging to a moment was our first mistake,
+++ when we try to squeeze it, everything just breaks,
+++ all we get is choices in a little row,
+++ any way you slice it:
+++++ we don’t know how this will turn out,
+++++ we just go until we find out,
+++++ it’ll blow your little mind out…

I knew a juggler with a habit that he couldn’t break…