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 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 you tried to see me through But honey, I'm still having trouble Finding out what's you