What is there to believe in?

What's there to believe in? Is there a true master? Or are we just alive, And heading for disaster? Treasures come and treasures go Just like in the rodeo If we stay on top and ride to the bell Or fall off under the hooves from hell I know a man who wore his hat All reversed and that was that He spent his life in toil and strain And never went out in the rain Treasures come and treasures go Just like in the rodeo If we stay on top and ride to the bell Or fall off under the hooves from hell Another man all arms and thin Worked to the bone, his home to win. But end of days when time got short He found the best was to abort. Treasures come and treasures go Just like in the rodeo If we stay on top and ride to the bell Or fall off under the hooves from hell Now both these men lived side by side One to his home, one to his pride And the only thing between was fence And nothing then, and nothing since Treasures come and treasures go Just like in the rodeo If we stay on top and ride to the bell Or fall off under the hooves from hell What choice, says I, can either make To jump the fence or chance to take It's time get up from that place And start to find another race