Held your hand, it was just the ticket, Both my feet on a sticky wicket, This wasn’t something I ever expected to find. Felt my way and the signs grew bigger, Wrapped my hand round an itchy trigger, That was the last thing that I would have had on my mind. Oh-oh-oh, the well is deep, Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, the hill is steep. Hope this time, There’ll be plenty of hope this time, At the end of my rope this time, And hanging so free. Just this time, I’ll be learning to trust this time, Like I know that I must this time, That’s how it’s going to be. Touched my toes, I was feeling frantic, Never saw such a fancy an-tic, That wasn’t anything anyone asked me to do. Not that sure it was what I needed, Just one warning that wasn’t heeded, I wasn’t sure I could make it, but how about you? Oh-oh-oh, the hill is high, Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, the end is nigh. Hope this way, There’ll be plenty of hope this way, At the end of our rope this way, And laughing so free. Just this way, We’ll be learning to trust this way, Cos we know that we must this way, That's how it's gonna be That's how it's gonna be That's how it's gonna be
