Great Vehicle

Let’s roll that rock up the slope once more
Falls every time, but who’s keeping score?
The higher we push, the tougher it grows
I built this, Sisyphus, so I know how it goes

I know how it goes (x2)

The road is a riddle, it sometimes seems
Do we muddle through the middle
Or edge the extremes?
Smile all the miles in our meta-machine
Just to move the movie on to the next scene

Cause we all get to give
What we’ve been given
Take our turns driving
And being driven
One incarnation under façade
Invisibly indivisible
The ride of our lives
On board the Great Vehicle
We are the bus
We are the bus
And the bus is us

As we rise to the rare air above it all
To glimpse a world without any walls
Hung in a harness strung from worn threads
Spun from the gold rattling round in our heads

That mountaintop can be a cold, lonely spot
Calling out to other dots out of earshot
Divinity is deafening, so back to the ground
And bring to the valley all the visions we found

Oh, the trip back down is an artful slide
Some slip in the rush and crack open wide
Wild-eyed wrecks unable to land
Babbling in tongues none can understand

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Yes, we all get to give
What we’ve been given
Take our turns driving
And being driven
One incarnation under façade
Invisibly indivisible
The ride of our lives
On board the Great Vehicle
We are the bus
We are the bus
And the bus is us

Yahtzee!