It’s Not a Game/It’s Just a Ride is a song nearing the end of the musical Ride the Cyclone. It is sung by Ocean and the remaining choir members after sending Jane Doe back to life.
Lyrics[]
Ocean:
It's not a game
Maybe that's news
'Cause no one will win here, and no one can lose
There's no one to measure
Our foolish pride
And no one keeps score
Of how hard we tried
Choir:
This ride, it has heartbreak
This ride, it has pain
All kinds of blue skies, no shortage of rain
Yes there is laughter, and the telling of lies
And maybe in darkness, we open our eyes
And you give and choose
While you love and lose
And you feel the world is spinning
With no ending or beginning
You just take a look around
Take a look around
Take a look around
And round, and round, and round
Karnak [spoken]:
And now you're probably wondering, "What happens next?" That, I couldn't possibly tell you. But I will say this. After reading thousands of human fortunes, my final insight is: Your lucky number is seven. You will soar to great heights. Be sure to ride the Cyclone.
Ocean/Constance:
We're just sailing through space
Ricky/Noel/Mischa:
There's no up or down
Choir:
So beautiful and strange
But it's more than spinning round
Yes, it's everything you loved
And everything you dreamed
And everything you shared
And everything that seemed so, oh so, terrifying
Ocean:
But it's not a game, it's not a game
Choir:
Woah, no, no
It's not a game, it's not a game
It's just a ride
It's just a ride
We're all just sailing through space, there's no up, there's no down
It's all so beautiful and strange, but so much more than spinning round
Yes, it's everything you loved, and it's everything you dreamed, and it's everything you shared, and it's everything that seemed so, oh so, terrifying, turning round
It's just a ride
It's just a ride
And the world will keep on spinning
With no ending or beginning
So just take a look around
Take a look around
Take a look around
And round, and round, and round. . .
Jane:
I know this dream of life is never ending
It goes around, and round, and round again. . .
[The noise of a roller coaster passing by with distant screams]