Texty: Cowboy Junkies. Demons. When The Bottom Fell Out.

When the bottom fell out, there wasn't any doubt
I just suddenly found myself free fallin'
And from such a height, the wind, it had a bite
And it took all my might to fight the fright

Baldin' spread-eagle must've found an airfoil
Or some kinda wing
And I gained some equilibrium
And caught myself glidin'

When the bottom fell out, observers heard me shout
So long, it's been good to know you
When I finally smashed into that 'vertin grass
I will say it's been pretty great goin'