Alan stood staring at the sky with a troubled face
Why couldn't people see there was nothing holding it in place?
He just couldn't understand what kept it up at all
Was the fact that everyone else thought it would never fall
Poor Alan grew clouds behind his eyes
And tiptoed ever closer to that line
Alan looked out the window of his high-rise office floor
And he cringed as the sky had unhinged just that little more
He tried to warn them numerous times but they'd avert their gaze
Tut-tuts, mutters, shut doors, turn-arounds and walk-aways
Poor Alan grew clouds behind his eyes
And tiptoed ever closer to that line
Can't you see? The sky will fall
I seem so different, but I'm not
Can't you see? The sky will fall
It doesn't matter who you are
Alan made a decision and he knew just what to do
He'd expose all the naysayers to the ugly truth
As they filed out the lifts to the car park
In one final try
Down rained Alan and the broken pieces of a falling sky...
Poor Alan grew clouds behind his eyes
(They stood and stared up at the pieces of the broken, falling sky)
And then he tripped over that line
(Why didn't he speak of the line?)
The line...