Climbing the Floor

Born to hopeful children, a worried little man

The Trail of Tears and Viet Nam and goddamned Ayn Rand

So often overwrought, lost off in thought

By the time that I turned nine

Bet a dollar to a donut, I would never be fine

Climbing the floor and gettin' over it

And gettin' on down

After all, I'll be standing tall I'll be fallin' down or crawlin'

It's on the ground

And I been knocked down, I been left alone

I been caste out, I been sung about, and I've loved up on

And I been rollin' in the dough for no more than sittin' on my butt

Now I could no more pay back

What I owe than I don't know what, and I am

Climbing the floor and gettin' over it

And gettin' on down

And after all, I'll be standing tall or fallin' down or crawlin'

I'm on the ground

Had a lot and lost it, a lot of what I don't know

But I do know I been sittin' pretty and you know

I been lying lo(w) and behold it all together come apart

Found it hard to get ahead, got a heart instead and started

Climbing the floor and gettin' over it

And gettin' on down

And after all, standing tall or fallin' down or crawlin'

It's on the ground

Born to hopeful children

I was born to hopeful children