Held my hand, it was just the ticket, Both my feet on a sticky wicket, That wasn’t anything anyone asked me to find. Found my way and it’s growing bigger, Got my hand on an itchy trigger, It 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 done such a fancy antic, 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 didn’t think I could do 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 my rope this way, And laughing so free. Just this way, I’ll be learning to trust this way, Like I know that I must this way, That’s how it’s going to be. That’s how it’s going to be-ee-ee How it’s going to be …
