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Up and up and up I climb, |
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When I came up I was so far behind, |
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My head takes a lickin', |
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But my heart keeps on tickin, |
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Just the same. |
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Always startin' over but somehow, |
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I always know where to begin. |
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Round and round and round I ride, |
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And just when I looked I hadn't even began, |
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To feel the effect, |
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A cool, dark fever, |
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On the brain. |
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That feelin' takin' over, |
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Like a holy rollercoaster, |
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To the grave. |
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How can I await the day? |
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And last the night I'm here to see? |
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How do I await the mother lode? |
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It's the art of feeling naked in your clothes. |
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Again, again, again I tried, |
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That's how I knew I would never be denied, |
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That face in the mirror, |
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Who could it be? It was my own. |
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That cool, dark figure, |
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That's when I knew I was alone. |
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On and on and on I drive, |
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When will I know I have finally arrived? |
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So far I've gone, so far to go, |
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It never ends. |
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Always starting over but somehow I always know where to begin, |
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Always starting over but somehow I always know where to begin, |
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Always starting over but somehow I always know where to begin. |
