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 has been getting out of hand
  
  I know that you tried to see me through
  But honey I'm still having trouble find out what's you
  
  Time, time, it's so sublime
  Well they say it's non-existant but it's playing with my mind
  And phone calls don't cost a dime
  In a caverns of your feelings where the sun will never shine
  
  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