Climb Over

Climb over the hill to where you hoped to find nothing,
And find it teeming with gold in the light.
Be disappointed and glum.
Beat yourself like a drum.
Yell out "Who stole my Silent Night?!"
Call in sorrow, your friend.
Ask her where has she been and where does she head?

Left or right? Call compassion in.
Ask him "How are you kids, and where are you guys crawling tonight?"

Bring Hope along. Have her sing you a song.
Have her sing of her travels and flights.
In fact, go ahead and call all travellers.
Keep trying in vain to gather which direction things are headed and why.

They won't tell you where to go because they know you.
They know that you stupidly hope to evade them.
They say "You can try, and you will keep trying,
And you'll be right on the verge,
Until you die die die die
And then you'll find there's no place to hide