The Blind Climb

Boxcar wandering down the street
looking for the tracks that go under its feet.
Jumped off course when the choice was free,
and I don't know where I should be.

Molly had a list heading out the door
stopped for a pint, but stayed for four.
It wasn't fair, bartender said "the fifth's on me,"
and I don't know where I should be.

Don't want a better paying job,
but I'd prefer to keep from getting robbed;
keeps me coming back for more.

Getting older and time doesn't slow,
not too close, but not too far to go;
keeps me coming back for more.

Sometimes I get taken back to a lovely place,
and I can't help the smile that comes over my face.
Seems like it's never too far from me,
still I don't know where I should be.

Can't point to a dime that I've earned,
I borrow against the lessons that I've learned;
keeps me coming back for more.

Getting older and time doesn't slow,
not too close, but not too far to go;
keeps me coming back for more.

No doubt, the highs are better than the lows,
and you can hear Bird playing, singing "blow, man, blow…"
Just a taste may be worse, but I'll still climb the tree,
though I don't know where I should be.