How’s the view?
A thousand people on a street below you
They’re looking up at you
Look at their faces and see it in their eyes
They too are afraid of your goodbyes
How’s the view?
You see yourself in the reflection on that knife?
That’s only an image worth a fraction of your life
That hand that holds it so tight
It should be holding you upright
How’s the view?
In your shaky grasp the orange cylinder looks blurry
You have the courage to stop --don’t you worry
Just put it down and your mind can be clear
Shh, you can do it—conquer all you fear
How’s the view?
That’s not what trees are for
You can tie that rope but you know you’re so much more
Here comes the family rushing from your home
Of course they’ll rescue you and make sure you never roam
How’s the view?
Now we’re here and it’s only you and me
You finally realized you must wait to get the key
I’ve helped you all your life and now you’ve made it through the gate
Enjoy the view from here—I think it’s worth the wait
