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.