one hundred miles per hour,
for a minute and a half.
was it really worth it,
to never again laugh?

I'd ask you if I could,
but I can't, you see.
Fifty feet through the air,
and the landing was not free.

I'd really rather ask you,
if only I could.
and i'm sure, too,
that your family also would.

one hundred miles per hour,
for three or four.
was it really worth it?
we'll never know for sure.