The Mountain / The Rules

Lord I've been to the top of the mountain Lord I've been to the top of the mountain high I thought I saw the way But who am I to say Please don't make me climb it again Lord when will the grass come a-growin' Lord when will the land come to life There's twenty one years o' cold Buried 'neath my soul Lord please don't make me live them again Lord I cling to the words I have spoken But I've got many more left to write It won't be long before I'll conjure up some more Lord please don't make me sing this again Please don't make me sing this again Oh please don't make me sing this again Lord please don't make me sing this again No time for explanations No time for you to see The breadth of my despair I'm at it again I'm at it again No time to tell it to you No way you'd get it all The story on my lips Is falling again I'm falling again I'm falling again Although I know some Spanish It distracts an outlandish fool Within the walls of business Aren't hollow seats cruel Don't you misunderstand me Metaphor is a handy tool But I still have to follow the rules If I just write them down I'll be solid again I'm solid again Have you bought it again