Climbing

Climb, climb, I always climb Out of bed in the morning On a mountain made of sand And I know this doesn't rhyme But the clutter on the table Is getting out of hand I know that you tried to see me through But honey, I'm still having trouble Finding out what's you Time, time, it's so sublime Well, they say it's non existent But it's playing with my mind And phone calls don't cost a dime In the caverns of your feelings Where the sun will never shine I know that you tried to see me through But honey I'm still having trouble Finding out what's you Mine, mine, which things are mine? Well, I thought I saw a few Before I found out I was blind And I think I see a sign And it's saying where to go And when I get there what I'll find I know that you tried to see me through But honey, I'm still having trouble Finding out what's you