I climbed down a mountain in my dreams a long time ago. And I will tell you a little story, in a voice, so unkind.
I can’t lay in your arms, I can’t feel you in the night. The doctors told me when it’s dark I’ll see the light. When I close my eyes, I can feel you laying there. You’re like a broken down ride at a carnival fair.
When you’re tired, when you’re scared, when you’re lying cold and bare, I’ll be lost, in your mind, death’s not hard to find, I get high, I get holed, I tell you I ain’t old, but I can’t help you anymore, I can’t help you, climb a mountain.
