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 heard, impersonally. She'll step on the path, she'll see what I mean. My will cut in half, and freedom between. For less than a second, our lives will collide. The endless suspended, the door open 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 thin. The day wouldn't write, with the night pencil in. But I know she is coming, and I know she will look. And that is the longing, and this is the hook. 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. 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. I can't make the hills, the system is shot. I'm living on pills, for which I thank God.