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.