Sweep

Those being very small

Have been heard to say

That being small's OK.

Those getting rather big

May come to find

They've left their space behind.

Hey, yeah, you

Living in the middle

Too afraid to come out

Hanging on to your pride

So uneasy.

All fall down, it makes no difference

God Almighty holds the balance here

Get out, get out, get out of here.

We collide, how formal,

Is that why we're here?

Those going all the way

Have been heard to say

That being here's OK.

All fall down, it makes no difference.

God Almighty, hold the balance here

Get out, get out, get out of here.

We collide, how formal.

And gain control,

Then fall of the edge.