If I were ambition where would I be
What would I have to do to find me.
For a life without a goal
Is like being a burning coal
Burning to an end
That is near at hand.
Is this all?... I ask, is this all?
For satisfaction escapes me
I would get more from others fall.
If I were ambition where would I be,
I would be anywhere, far away from me.

I try hard to find you I search near and far
But no matter what I do I hardly reach the bar
Running on steps and jumping over the cracks
Will I ever find you or will I not at all?
No there is nothing else, nothing else.
Yes this is all...
For you yourself have now experienced a clumsy fall.