Climbing

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 has been getting out of hand

I know that you tried to see me through

But honey I'm still having trouble finding out what's you

Time, time, it's so sublime

Well they say it's nonexistent but it's playing with my mind

And phone calls don't cost a dime

In the caverns of your feeling where the sun will never shine

I know that you tried to see me through

But honey I'm still having trouble finding out what's you

Mine, mine, which things are mine?

Well I thought I saw a few before I found out I was blind

And I think I see a sign

And it's saying where to go and when I get there what I'll find

I know that you tried to see me through

But honey I'm still having trouble finding out what's you