Well we reached the end of the line. There is no turning back this time.
The past still occupies my mind, and words unsaid are left behind.

Chorus:
Have you seen the view from the Q? Relive memories of what you’ve been through.
You see the cyclone rumbling; you know your ride is through.
So I ask you; have you seen the view from the Q, the view from the Q.

What once looked big now feels so small. Childhood hero’s are bound to fall
And while you answer memories call. You find yourself running from the place where you used to crawl
Chorus:
Have you seen the view from the Q? Relive memories of what you’ve been through.
You see the cyclone rumbling; you know your ride is through.
So I ask you; have you seen the view from the Q, the view from the Q.
BRIDGE:
Can’t we let go of our pride?
Can’t we move past the feelings deep inside?
But in our hearts we’re forced to hide.
An eternal ticket to a carnival that died.

Chorus:
Have you seen the view from the Q? Relive memories of what you’ve been through.
You see the cyclone rumbling; you know your ride is through.
So I ask you; have you seen the view from the Q, the view from the Q.