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.