This cliff face is daunting, my memories are haunting me,
When can I get to the top?
It’s rough and it’s craggy, my clothes feel so baggy,
I’ve never been crème of the crop.
But if I were to fall, then I’d just lose it all,
And start over again on this rock.

Oh, my oh Gee,
What has become of me?
For I’m searching for a purpose,
Holding on to a slate surface.
Oh, my oh Gee,
What has become of me?
For I’m searching for a purpose,
Holding on to a slate surface.

Ascending this rock face at my own preferred pace,
Is something that I’ve learnt with time.
Above and below me there’s people I can’t see,
Yet we’re all still hooked on one line.
But if they were to slip, we’d still have a grip,
And we’d hoist them back up in good time.

The wilderness is cold,
And yet the climbers do their best,
With the icy ridges bold,
The climb seems harder near the crest,
The clouds scupper our foresight,
And yet we aim to venture higher,
To reach a ledge that feels right,
So, we can sit around the fire.

Oh, my oh Me,
What has become of Thee?
You’re searching for a purpose,
Holding on to a slate surface.
Oh, my oh Me,
What has become of Thee?
You’re searching for a purpose,
Holding on to a slate surface.