The Top

 

 

Everything's great from up here
and you've not even hit the top
but if you keep the pace going
you won't know when to call it off

Slow it down cause you'll regret it
the good's only good till it's gone
soon you'll be sucking on lemons and
clawing the needle in your arm

 

Humble hermits have earned their place
sleeping tranquil in the nether
by holding their fists at their sides
and keeping their feet together

 

Remember those before you with
the good old days of you and I
then don't fly too high, my dear friend
don't fly too high