Up where the thunderstorms travel, and the light comes off the moon At the top of the chapel, is God in the room I'm in the ruins of a castle, where the ramparts lie In the belly of the prison, where the wells runs dry I'm looking for possibility, possibility It's festival season... it's a room at the top I need rhyme and reason... down to the last drop Am I a handsome devil... or an angel in disguise A deputy of mercy... a connoisseur of the night I'm looking for possibility, possibility Possibility, possibility In the wake of a tornado, a garden can grow In the path of a flood, I learned what I owe In the good the bad the ugly I've got little time to spare I need revival of a vision, am I going somewhere I'm looking for possibility, possibility Possibility, possibility In the empty colosseum, there's confetti on the floor I'm standing on the promenade, standing behind closed doors When the dust settles, will I see it any clearer Down in my own heart, when I'm looking in the mirror Possibility, possibility Possibility, possibility I'm looking for possibility, possibility I'm looking for possibility, possibility (Possibility, possibility Possibility, possibility)