Come over. Climb over. Get over. Get on Climb over the hill to where you hope to find nothing Find it teeming with gold in the light Be disappointed and glum Beat yourself like a drum Yell out, "Who stole my silent night?" Calling Sorrow your friend, ask her where has she been? And where does she head? Left or right? Call Compa**ion in, ask him "How are your kids? And where are you guys crawling tonight?" Bring Hope along tell her sing you a song Have her sing of her travels and flights In fact, go 'head and call all travelers Keep trying vainly to gather Which direction things are headed and why They won't tell you where they go They know you they know That you stupidly hope to evade them They say, "You can try. You will keep trying And you'll be right on the verge until you die And then you'll find you will never find a place to hide."