The Climb

The beginning of the path was washed out
The stairs were overgrown
We should have turned back
When rolling hills turned into stones

Well we should have seen
Where this path would lead
There'd be no place to stop
And we'd have to find our way back down

Hand over hand
Scramble and bleed
This slow rise
Keeps getting steeper

Well we should have thought
That when we reached the top
There'd be no place to stop
And we'd have to find our way back down

From this peak we can see
The next group that's following
Back where we began
Look how far we've come

Hey, we should have thought
A wrong turn and we'd get lost
There'd be no place to stop
And we'd have to find our way back down