Going up the hill to see what I can
Every day I go back up and come down again
I'm a runaway train passing liars, thieves, cowboys
There is the mother of all our myths
Rich man ain't nothin but a poor man with money
I'm a light house and the white swan keeper
How far do I go to lay down my head
Living at the top with good fortune, truth and blessings
Everyday I go back up and come down again
Rich man ain't nothin but a poor man with money
Going down
I'm a runaway train