It’s the yo-yo, I only notice it when it’s going up
After spinning at the pivot, it pulls
It’s a mad rush to the top, fighting up
I always know it will go down, but
that doesn’t comfort me.
Forget that yo-yo where it is
Don’t watch it, waiting for the inevitable
Walk away. We can’t though
We’re each caught in that string as it winds
Watching destiny unfold with faith that
it will always end the same.