Human Spirit

The highest peaks could never leave us daunted And these brains, they know no bounds The heavens, boys. They're ours for the taking That's the spirit! It walks this world, so nonchalant Trudges along unstable grounds It guards this prison of our own making He said "I am not afraid to fail You miss every shot not taken" Pulled the trigger and blew off his toes Humanity, oh sure it could prevail But to leave that dove forsaken Is to never find out where the olives grow And I guess that goes to show If flown in a branch from 'cross the sea We'd snap it and get to weaving Then should hope rear its ugly head We could send it to hell in a hand basket Out the plaster and into his mouth His wife said "Lets go on vacation You can lean on me. Don't need to bring a crutch." Packed the car. A little further south He left her at a service station Never liked the taste of olives all that much Nothing's ever good enough If flown in a branch from 'cross the sea We'd snap it and get to weaving Then should hope rear its ugly head We could send it to hell in a hand basket We could be so blissful if we wanted But the human spirit built the house just to haunt it How we've grown to love the burn The self-sabotage at every turn They say we're only human It's kind of how it's always been His bachelor pad, it's got a bed and tv and a fridge almost empty Just a bag that reads "dead dove: do not eat" If flown in a branch from 'cross the sea We'd snap it and get to weaving Then should hope rear its ugly head We could send it to hell in a hand basket If flown in a branch from 'cross the sea We'd snap it and get to weaving Then should hope rear its ugly head We could send it to hell in a hand basket If flown in a branch from 'cross the sea We'd snap it and get to weaving Then should hope rear its ugly head We could send it to hell in a hand basket Send it to hell in a hand basket