Where to Begin

Up and up and up I climb,

When I came up I was so far behind,

My head takes a lickin',

But my heart keeps on tickin,

Just the same.

Always startin' over but somehow,

I always know where to begin.

Round and round and round I ride,

And just when I looked I hadn't even began,

To feel the effect,

A cool, dark fever,

On the brain.

That feelin' takin' over,

Like a holy rollercoaster,

To the grave.

How can I await the day?

And last the night I'm here to see?

How do I await the mother lode?

It's the art of feeling naked in your clothes.

Again, again, again I tried,

That's how I knew I would never be denied,

That face in the mirror,

Who could it be? It was my own.

That cool, dark figure,

That's when I knew I was alone.

On and on and on I drive,

When will I know I have finally arrived?

So far I've gone, so far to go,

It never ends.

Always starting over but somehow I always know where to begin,