Andrew Bird - Sisyphus

Sisyphus peered into the mist
A stone's throw from the precipice,
paused

Did he jump or did he fall
as he gazed into the maw
of the morning mist?
Did he raise both fists and say,
"To hell with this"
and just let the rock roll?

Let it roll, let it crash down low
There's a house down there
But I lost it long ago
Let it roll, let it crash down low
See my house down there
But I lost it long ago

Well, I let the rock roll on
down to the town below
We had a house down there
But I lost it long ago
Lost it long ago

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

I'm letting it roll away
It's got nothing to do with fate
And everything to do with you

I'd rather fail like a mortal
than flail like a god on a lightning rod
History forgets the moderates

For those who sit
recalcitrant and taciturn
You know I'd rather turn and burn
than scale this edifice, yeah

Where's my accomplice?
So take my hand
We'll do more than stand

Take my hand
We'll claim this land
Take my hand
And we'll let the rock roll