Climb, climb, I always climb Out of bed in the morning On a mountain made of sand And I know this doesn't rhyme But the clutter on the table Is getting
How much do I owe you? I'll pay but I don't want to Go where I go to Days of where I came from In a restaurant in Mexico Told me not to drink the water
Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted
The man laid his hat on the table Hung his coat up on the wall Sat down to dinner, said as soon as I am able I'll say something nice to you all Then
It's the shadow in the dark The silver in the park It's the broken, faded bird You've learned to call your heart It's hotter than you can seek Plainer
The night is restless But no dream's in sight And the sounds have no beginnings or ends And that glow is not a light The walls turn into waterfalls With
If I had to lose a mile If I had to touch feelings I would lose my soul The way I do I don't have to think I only have to do it The results are always
