There comes a son, a son of angels Carrying an empty glass Trying to fill it to the surface 'Til your thirst for love has passed Carry on, carry the world You must get worn with all the weight Well I'd take it in but you won't know where And nowhere's where we're heading fast Oh, oh, rodeo Slow turning to and fro Oh, oh, rodeo Where we land no one knows We're not blind to what it is We never were the ignorant kind Well life is short, but oh it's wide It's wide enough to change your mind Well I believe in ever-after And, just in case, what's after that Don't I love you like the angels? And could you ever love me back? Oh, oh, rodeo Slow turning to and fro Oh, oh, rodeo Where we land no one knows Well, strangers now we are becoming And stranger now we have become Than any fiction ever written Written by the cruelest ones Oh, oh, rodeo Slow turning to and fro Oh, oh, rodeo Where we land no one knows