The view I have from way up on this hill.
Up here there is no one, no one who can touch me
No one who can reach me from this point above.
But I wish he would climb up here
He'd make it, I know that he would
Once he reaches me I would let him rest
Pushing him is not what I'm good at
But if I could I'd pull him up all the way
Tugging & sweating trying to help him
Maybe he wouldn't want to come
& that's what I'm afraid of.
But from way up here I am above him
Way down there I see him go.
Everyone says I'm too good for him
That's not what I want, I want him up here with me
Loneliness is not my favorite place
Because I've been alone so long
All my time I've spent admiring my view
From high above, but I am so bored with seeing
I'd prefer to be feeling.
He's way down there & I'm far up here
Separated, I want to go down there
But I can't.
My only wish is that he'd meet me half way.
No one can make a relationship alone
He won't help me
I wish he'd fight with me.
To climb, both up & down
Reaching for each other
Constantly working to make this relationship
I'll try if he will but until he tries
Here I'll stay drinking in my view.
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