Lyrics

Just like it was meant to be:
not another word about this dying reverie.
And when we next cross paths
a curteous wave
will serve as the headstone of you and me.

So get up boy
it's time to carry some weight.
Get up boy
go on and carry that weight.

But please
have mercy on me.
This little mind of mine can't stand
to be feeling so free
now that I've fallen from the top of your mountain.
The top of your mountain.

I saw a movie the other day,
and from the very first line I knew
how it'd all play out:
The girl stays home; the guy searches for glory,
but he dies soon after and we carry on with her story.
But I
just wanted to be him for the moment.

So get up boy
you're gonna carry that weight.
Get up boy
go on and carry that weight.

But please
have mercy on me.
This little mind of mine can't stand
to be feeling so free
now that I've fallen from the top of your mountain.
The top of your mountain.

But it's been so far down
I almost don't care anymore.
And in your disappointed frowns
I'd finally forgotten what I'd been climbing for.

But please
have mercy on me.

Please
have mercy on me.
This little mind of mine can't stand
to be feeling so free --
feeling so free now --
I've been feeling so free
now that I've fallen from the top of your mountain.
The top of your mountain.

So get up boy
you're gonna carry that weight.
Get up boy
go on and carry that weight.