Climbing The Walls

Written May through August of 2000 in Galway, Ireland and Nashville, Tennessee

I wanted to leave
I wanted to run
I wanted to believe I could be someone
Just to get close
Just to get a chance
Just to get to know what it’s like at the dance.
I wanna find me a rhythm.
Let it roll, let it roll
Or when the rhythm finally finds me I’ll be climbing the walls

Climbing the walls again
Climbing the walls
Climbing the walls again

Dreams about trains
Rolling across the plains
Or an automobile on a double lane
I can’t let go of what I know is outside
Caution gets thrown to ride let it ride
So I’ll find me a rhythm.
And let it roll, let it roll
Or when the rhythm finally finds me I’ll be climbing the walls

Climbing the walls again
Climbing the walls
Climbing the walls

Who tried to bury me?
Who took away my key?
I think my enemy is in my mirror looking back at me

Trying to breath with the room closing in
The smoke is thick but my patience is thin
The smoke is thick but my patience is thin
The smoke is thick but my patience is thin
I’ll smoke until I’m sick then I’ll be back again

Because I found me a rhythm
I’ll let it roll, let it roll
Now the rhythm’s finally found me I’ll be climbing the walls

Climbing the walls again
Climbing the walls
Climbing the walls again
Climbing the walls
Climbing the walls
Climbing the walls
Climbing the walls

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