I've been standing on this mountain
I've been standing all alone
I never thought that I could get here
It just takes walking out the door
I've been driving down these dark roads
And, I got lost looking for the shore
When I got the scary feeling that I've been here before
I used to want everything,
that I could have and more.
I'm not old but I can't help it
I don't expect much anymore.
There's a cold wind blowing from the North.
That emptiness has come back for more.
Now I am quite certain that I've been here before.