Crunching The Numbers (previously written)

You say it like it's past us;
Paid the fee, took the ride,
Felt the thrill and thought we would die,
Then it felt like the end,
We all cried it was over,
But it's coming around again.
You can feel it as it moves
And you are scared of what it will do,
And what it will prove,
And so am I, so am I, in love.
Well it could break us into
Fine dust, or it could save us
From our hearts going bust.
We're not broke, we just budget,
And the economy is bad.
We invested a lot before but
Our stock markets crashed,
And we went running out the door,
Saying, "no more. Not a fraction more."
This currency is rough,
Full of gambles and chance.
I know my words are not enough,
You need an echo and a stance.
You need a pillar holding the bank,
Supporting steady when you tank,
And your check won't clear;
I need the same, my dear.