Over the Hill - The Lonely Wild

This one hope

May leave my hands empty

May make my head swim

And twist my heart into a knot

This long rope

Has got me swinging heavy

Has got my neck stretched out
Like a swan without a song

This bad joke

Still has got me laughing

Still has got me bawling

Like a man chasing his hat

With just one line

I could bring us closer

Closer than old friends

Or than your mama and your dad

But it's always over the hill

Over the hill

There's another hill

To try and try to break my will

But it's always over the hill

Over the hill

There's another hill

To try and try to break my will

This tired voice
May outlive my body

May ride on the wind

That's gonna blow me into dust

But I've
Made a few friends here

And I ain't rushing off

To hear what history's gotta say