I can place a finger on the top of that pine,
but that don't mean that I ain't got a long way to climb,
optical illusions get the best of me
and I used to be the best at climbing trees,
now I'm not the best at anything.
Used to get a feeling and the song would come,
I used to feel the blisters on my thumb,
now it seems I'm losing who I used to be
and nothing is as easy as it used to seem,
but keeping honest is keeping it mystery.