Mountains and Valleys

I hope everyone's day goes better than yours will
Because tonight when you cry it'll be on my shoulder
Too complex and unsettled to work a day job
And this city is just too safe for me to rob

The bowling ball running through this house
Is just a wrecking ball telling me about
A trapdoor in the stage
To a world of undetermined age
In the valley of the ribcage

A computer couldn't spit out results about tonight
There are too many variables to get a single thing right
On the eve of a Friday while it still rains
I'll ask and I'll ask and I'll ask until it gains

Yank the chains
Bring my blood in a rag
To my lips

So that when they come back
It won't be such and easy victory