You have climbed
And the climb left you blind
Too much to think about
Too little to do

But you pull through
You always pull through

It goes slow
Answer questions you don't want to know
Too much to think about
Too little, it's true

But you pull through
You always pull through

No defense against the pounds
And against the pence
Love it all
No defense

The voice that left the ladies moist
Is running out of choice
Losing pace and losing poise
Losing out to some awful noise

Sleep awake
Sleep awake for now

No defense against the pounds
And against the pence
Love it all
No defense

No disgrace
To close your eyes and to quit the chase
Love it all
No disgrace