She walks to the mailbox each morning at nine

Every day she begins she's always one day behind

At least when it comes to the mail



She sits on the balcony paying the bills

Her letters just hashing her cigarettes onto the sill

Every breath a little more pale



And the hill's still left to climb

It's just so



High

And I'm so

Tired

Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes

The clouds are all on

Fire

It's just so

High

And I'm so

Tired

Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes

The clouds are all on



Sits in his basement from midnight 'til four

Painting pictures that nobody sees from his days in the war

The canvas is painted bright red, red

He heats up the shower, he paces the hall

He'll scrub for an hour or more but he won't get it all

The paint in his fingernail beds



The hill's still left to climb

It's just so



High

And I'm so

Tired

Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes

The clouds are all on

Fire

It's just so

High

And I'm so

Tired

Come on look up at the bloodshot sky

The clouds are all on

Fire

The clouds are all on

Fire

The clouds are all on



We wait in valleys whiles the clouds come in

We see no shadows, 'cause the shadow's all there is

And we climb,

And we climb



But it's just so

High

And I'm so

Tired

Come on look me in my bloodshot eyes

The clouds are all on

Fire

It's just so

High

And I'm so

Tired

Come on look up at the bloodshot sky

The clouds are all on

Fire

The clouds are all on

Fire

The clouds are all on

The clouds are all on

Fire

The clouds are all on

Fire