I ain’t going no further This expedition ain’t taking one more step Days of climbing and nothing to show but a nosebleed And the base of the ascent is littered with the bones…
…of every mule that ever was abandoned And every dog cut loose from the harness, free to roam And the cast-iron runners left to rust in the snow And it’s three hundred feet to the top And the bravest of climbers gave it all up and went home Yea, the bravest of climbers gave it all up and went back home
Oh, darling, why did you tell me you would meet me When you had no intention of seeing this clear You know, I’ve stopped hoping for the weather to break And my boots are no match for this cold And the bravest of climbers got no business being up here No, the bravest of climbers got no business being up here
Well, news of the storm blows through the streets of anchorage And the first blast of snow strips the bark from the trees Well, the radio went dead and the mission was abandoned And it’s just like he never was here When the wind starts blowin’… …I’m gonna sit down in the snow and wait to freeze When the wind starts blowin’ I’m gonna sit down in the snow and wait to freeze And my car keys and my ribcage is all I will leaveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
