I can try to see what you mean this time When you say to me buckle up I ain't ready for this I ain't ready for that I ain't ready to see what this is You can try to describe the ecstasy But it, doesn't come close to the odyssey To ruminate or to celebrate Day by day I decide Get alone or get in line, they say over our heads I've got other plans I don't need to pretend It ain't ending like it did Life is more than what you see Forget yesterday's idolatry To ruminate or to celebrate; who knows what I'll decide In this cordial atmosphere, I see beyond all aberrations The world seems clearer, no need to fear her The beauty of possibility increases your capacity for illusion