The Hills

I can't make the hills The system is shot I'm living on pills For which I thank God My animal howls My angel's upset But I'm not allowed A trace of regret For someone will use The thing I could not be My heart will be hers Impersonally She'll step on the path She'll see what I mean My will cut in half And freedom between For this in a second Our lives will collide The endless suspended The door opened wide And she will be born To someone like you What I left undone She will certainly do I know she is coming And I know she will look And that is the longing And this is the hook I can't make the hills The system is shot I'm living on pills For which I thank God My page was too white My ink was too thinned The day wouldn't write But the night penciled in But I know she's coming And I know she will look That is the longing This is the hook I know she is coming And I know she will look That is the longing And this is the hook I can't make the hills The system is shot I'm living on pills For which I thank God I sailed like a swan I sank like a rock But time is long gone Past my laughing stock I can't make the hills The system is shot I'm living on pills For which I thank God