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