Forty winks in a crawl space, wrapped up tight,
Under the ether, out like a light,
Sleeping was my best defence through every hard experience.
But I’m working my way up from the ether,
It’s too cold, too dark, too damp in this house of fear,
I want to wake to the joys and aches of the real world,
And stick around long enough to see what’s happening here.
Yeah, oh.
One rung up, six rungs down,
This shaky old ladder keeps a-sliding around,
And the going gets slow, and I check out fast,
Trying to track a painkiller that will last.
Baby, I’m working my way up from the ether,
It’s too cold, too dark, too damp in this house of fear,
I…I want to wake to the joys and aches of the real world,
And stick around long enough to see what’s happening here.
Oh, yeah.
Strong medicine in the love of a good man,
Strong medicine in a family,
Strong medicine in the eyes of a close friend,
And the one truth that could finally make me free.
But I’m working my way up from the ether,
It’s too cold, too dark, too damp in this house of fear,
I want to wake to the joys and aches of the real world,
And stick around long enough to see what’s a-happening here,
I’m working my way up from the ether,
Oh, it’s too cold, too dark, too damp in this house of fear,
I…I got to wake to the joys and aches of the real world,
Stick around long enough to see what’s happening here,
Oh, oh, oh.
Working my way up,
Working my way up,
I been working through the ether,
Mounting up, up, up, up, up,
(etc.)
