Climbing - Meat Puppets

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