Skyblaster Man

Skyblaster Man

There in the lights of the midway he stands

Mustache and tattoos, caught in the thralls of his carnie dance

Entrancing passers-by, daring that they take

A turn on his dangerous ride

Making them see that the magic that he commands

Makes them feel like they're flying

Skyblaster man

Skyblaster man

Taking the tickets they have in their hands

Their faces like many in the towns along his carnival caravan

Dollar thrill-seekers and brief death-defeaters who

Come from their comfortable lives

To be spun around, and turned upside down

And reminded that they're alive

Skyblaster man

To be convinced you're alive

It's a mighty big job for a three minute ride

So he brings his powers to bear

As if he's in prayer

While they're in the air

And when they land

They stand in a daze and stagger and laugh

And he knows at that time, by the look in their eyes that a few understand

But will they remember, he wonders as he

Very carefully helps them all down

As if in his care, he's aware of the much greater

Perils of life on the ground

Skyblaster man