accounting for tastes

you think this is the sort of thing that fails
but no one tells you just what you will need
there is a moment when you jump the rails

the ball that bounces still may strike the bails
we watch and wait to see the standard deed
you think this is the sort of thing that fails

each of us adds a small weight to the scales
and does not want to show much haste or greed
there is a moment when you jump the rails

only the youthful sweat the hard details
the rest of us know just how matters speed
you think this is the sort of thing that fails

nothing's been hidden behind screens or veils
we really want this venture to succeed
there is a moment when you jump the rails

this is not left to the old slugs and snails
no one is waiting here to see you bleed
you think this is the sort of thing that fails
there is a moment when you jump the rails