Through the middle of the night unknown And I'll ride The sun has opened up my eyes And I don't want to leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbing back behind the wheel of 50 feet of chrome and steel and a load They need in Chicago

Hand it over Get on your knees and pray Give it up, give it over Ain't no mountain You cant climb Ain't no answer You can't find All you need is a hand to hold I'll heal your body

As I climb onto your back, I will promise not to sting I will tell you what you want to hear, and not mean anything Then I treat you like a dog as I shoot my venom in You pretend you didn't know that I am a scorpion, oh My life is everything That feeds

I'll climb and I'll climb 'Cause I'm just in a rut I'm climbing but the walls keep stacking up Don't give up on me But don't give up on me Don't you give up on me (I'll climb and I'll climb) Can't keep my mind off of every little wrong I see the mouths

The moon is high and the night is young Come on and meet me C'mon sweet thing Won't you climb on out of your window While the world is sleeping And there's no way I'll be leaving 'Till we're kissing on the porch swing Oh my little sweet thing Sweet thing

I'll be there Climbing up the walls It's always best when the light is off Open up your skull I am the key to the lock in your house That keeps your toys in the basement And if you get too far inside You'll only see my reflection I am the pick in the ice

Pull me from the void Trapped beneath the tie of noise Pathetic world I must destroy Please, pull me from the void An uphill battle I must climb So, pull me from the void Commandingness, you find yourself in time I smash the shackles, God above me

But I'm still climbing up the mountain side I got everything, I got everything I need Everything I need Don't count me out Long as I got my heart and soul Ain't got no money, nowhere to sleep No friends, no family, no bread no meat, no bread no meat No

You are ahead by a century With revenge and doubt First thing we'd climb a tree And maybe then we'd talk Or sit silently And listen to our thoughts With illusions of someday Cast in a golden light No dress rehearsal

You change all the lead And if the snow buries my, my neighborhood. And if my parents are crying Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours, Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours. You climb out the chimney, And meet me in the middle, the middle of