| I was crossing the snow fields
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| In front of the Capital Building
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| It was Christmas and I was alone
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| Strange city, strangers for friends
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| And I was broke
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| As the carillon sang its song
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| I dreamt of success
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| I would be the best
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| I would make my folks proud
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| I would be happy
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| It hasn’t happened yet
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| It hasn’t happened yet
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| It hasn’t happened
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| Yes, there are nods in my direction
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| Clap of hands, the knowing smile
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| But still, I’m scared again
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| Foot slipped, pebbles fall and so did I
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| Almost, oh my
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| On Yosemite, the big grey wall
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| (Fear of falling)
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| Where to put my foot next
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| (Fear of failure)
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| I’m afraid, I’m going to fall
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| (Be at one with the mountain)
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| I whispered in the air
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| (Fear of falling, fear of falling
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| (Fear of failure, failure)
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| Fear of losing my hair
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| (Falling, falling, falling)
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| When is the mountain scaled?
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| When do I feel I haven’t failed?
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| I’ve got to get it together, man
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| It hasn’t happened yet
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| It hasn’t happened yet
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| It hasn’t happened yet
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| It hasn’t happened
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| It hasn’t happened
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| People come up and say, «Hello»
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| Okay, I can get to the front of the line
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| But you have to ignore the looks and yet
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| I’m waiting for that feeling of contentment
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| That ease at night when you put your head down
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| And the rhythms slow to sleep
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| My head sways and eyes start awake
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| I’m there not halfway between sleep and death
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| But looking into eyes wide open trying to remember
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| What I might have done, should have done
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| At my age I need serenity I need peace
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| It hasn’t happened yet
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| It hasn’t happened yet
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| It hasn’t happened yet
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| It hasn’t happened
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| It hasn’t happened |