It’s a pretty small rock 

We’re ridin’ upon 

In a pretty big space 

That goes on and on. 

Not much to divide 

Our life from our death - 

A few miles up 

And you run out of breath. 

And the same would be true 

If you went down below – 

It’s hard to breathe dirt 

Beneath the plateau. 

A sliver of pause 

Between death and despair; 

A trip between Jersey 

And Lewes, Delaware. 

Divine intervention 

Or a chance circumstance, 

A fortuitous seat 

In a great song and dance.