It's not a place  It's a yearning  It's not a race  It's a journey    It's not an act  It's attraction  It's not a style  It's an action    It's a dream for the waking  It's a flower touched by flame  It's a gift for the giving  It's a power with a hundred names    Surge of energy, spark of inspiration  The breath of love is electricity  Maybe time is bird in flight  Endlessly mocking  Here we come out of the cradle  Endlessly rocking  Endlessly rocking    It's a hand  That rocks the cradle  It's a motion  That swings the sky  It's method on the edge of madness  It's a balance on the edge of a knife  It's a smile on the edge of sadness  It's a dance on the edge of life    Endlessly rocking