Over the Falls

They broke out in laughter again His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in And he stood by and waited to be called The talk was of times that'd gone by And the quantity and quality of women they lie His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry As he stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited like the others before For his turn to go over the falls He got up and tried it again For lack of persistence is surely a sin As he stood by and waited to be called He looked to the lightning with glee And admired his vessel for its symmetry Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelor's degree As he stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited to be called He stood by and waited like the others before For his turn to go over the falls He stood by and waited like the others before For his turn to go over the falls