Well, once in awhile I see an old friend..
But if we climb on each other we'll just sink right in.
Well, I don't know, but it seems to me..
Everybody gots lots to say.
What are words to me?
As we climb on each other, the air is getting thin..
I start to look, but I just.. drift off.. again.
Ohh, in and out of another day,
Lord, stumbling to find my way.
And all of these beliefs that I hold so dear..
How do they escape my skin..
Whenever you're not near.
It's got something to do with sitting still.
And if you're glass ain't pouring,
You might not get your fill.
And if you're not always climbing and want more,
I guess you'll think to yourself..
You just slip through the floor.
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