We used to say
That come the day,
We'd all be making songs
Or finding better words.
These ideas never lasted long.
The way is up
Along the road,
The air is growing thin,
Too many friends who tried
Were blown off this mountain with the wind.
Meet on the ledge,
We're gonna meet on the ledge.
When my time is up
I'm gonna see all my friends.
Meet on the ledge,
We're gonna meet on the ledge.
If you really mean it,
It all comes round again.
Yet now I see
I'm all alone,
But that's the only way to be.
You'll have your chance again
Then you can do the work for me.