Song 169: "Over the Hill" - The Lonely Wild

This one hope
May leave my hands empty
May make my head swim
And twist my heart into a knot

This long rope
Has got me swinging heavy
Has got my neck stretched out
Like a swan without a song

This bad joke
Still has got me laughing
Still has got me bawling
Like a man chasing his hat

With just one line
I could bring us closer
Closer than old friends
Or than your mama and your dad

But it's always over the hill
Over the hill
There's another hill
To try and try to break my will

This tired voice
May outlive my body
May ride on the wind
That's gonna blow me into dust

But I've
Made a few friends here
And I ain't rushing off
To hear what history's gotta say