Standing on the lip of a two metre drop br Standing on the kick with his trucks in the air br Standing on his youth and held by his fear br If he tips just a bit he will dropp like a rock. br br Those fancy shoes, that mother’s love br Those you beaut high zoot wheels and all br Must be enough to do the job br But what’s it take to take the drop. br br The noise the scrape the rolling roar br Of others comes and goes ignored br Hypnotic concentration peaks br And then … the moment of release. br br He drops, he flies, he feels the rush br And hypersensitive control br Adrenal lightness scrotum tightness br Autopilot on a roll br br He rolls out and he rolls and rolls br He rolls out and he rolls … br br Until momentum dissipated br Leaves him limp a rag doll standing br Stretched and tested then regathered br “That was kinda fun, ” he thought br br So now the new the future too br Have made a choice for guess and trust. br There is no need to know it all br You only need to know enough.