The Wrecking Ball

So it begins, this journey or road or mountain, it's all still the same
 Well I am set free to fly or to fall or both, the fact still remains
 Cause it comes for me, it comes for me
 The wrecking ball swings low.
 The wrecking ball swings low.
 A spin of the wheel, the roll of the dice, winter, spring, summer, and fall
 Nothing to hide, and always the death, pleasure and pain of the call
 It comes for me, it comes for me
 The wrecking ball swings low.
 The wrecking ball swings low.
 The stepping off stones, the singing of ghosts, statues all turning their head
 The whisper of love, the fear of alone, the soundtrack of what you have said
 It comes for me, it comes for me The wrecking ball swings low.
 The wrecking ball swings low.
 The wrecking ball swings low.
 The wrecking ball swings low.