Trick of the light

Or just a loss of perspective

Flaw in the grand plan

Just the way it is



Looks good from a distance

But closer I come

It becomes more daunting

But these moments will pass



Still halfway up the hill

My fingers may bleed

But I've got to get there, still



Lost in an abstract thought

Dazed and distracted

Winded but still I'm caught



With a fragment of doubt

Slowed by reflection

But these moments will pass



Still halfway up the hill

My fingers may bleed

But I've got to get there, still



It's just confusion and illusion

Easily overdone

Here comes revolution, absolution



It's not an illusion, not a fiction

Easily overcome

Here comes revolution, absolution



Trick of the light

Or just too much perspective

Looks good from a distance



But the closer I come

It becomes more daunting

But these moments will pass



Still halfway up the hill

My fingers may bleed

But I've got to get there



Still standing on the hill

My spirit's released

But I've got to get there, still



But I've got to get there

Still standing on the hill

My spirit's released