Now I have always wondered How can I stand upon your shoulders Look around and around and round and not see a thing? It always seemed confusing Your jokes are never amusing You can talk, talk, talk and not say a thing We could fall below and never make a sound The truth is frightening now Will we ever get out? You always try to listen and for that gift I feel threatened By the high esteem I hold you, it hurts so much I wipe the dust off of my face It抯 all that抯 left of my dreams misplaced I find it hard to believe you could take much more