It's quiet and calm and not one cloud in sight Then the tips of the trees start blowing Moving along, a bright looking sky Carrying on, but unknowing Confident, self-assured and satisfied Then a windstorm of questions catch up from behind Oh, I'm falling back, I'm falling back again Oh, I'm falling fast, I'm falling back again, oh no Plunging and tumbling, toward the core of the storm Then carried up, over it soaring Out from the dust and clearer once more Then landing again on a path restored Until I'm falling back, I'm falling back again Oh, I'm falling back, I'm falling back again Oh, I'm falling back, I'm falling back again Oh, I'm falling back, I'm falling back again, oh no La la la la la la la la