The Mountain Track

I can’t find a way over this mountain
I know it’s not too long before I find a way back home

Over and over everyone else wins
Here I am again with my head in my hand
Should I have been someone else?
Only God knows how the cold wind blows

God it’s cold
I have no gold and I’m getting old

If it had any value my soul would be sold
I don’t fit the mold
This is true…I feel blue

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