Texty: My Morning Jacket. Where To Begin.

Up and up and up I climb
When I came up I was so far behind
My head takes a lickin' but my heart keeps on tickin' just the same
Always startin' over but somehow I always know where to begin

Round and round and round I ride
And just when I looked I hadn't even began
To feel the effect, a cool, dark fever on the brain
That feelin' takin' over, like a holy roller coaster to the grave

How can I await the day
The last the night I'm here to see
How do I await the mother lode
It's the art of feelin' naked in your clothes

Again, again, again I tried
That's how I knew I would never be denied
That face in the mirror who could it be, it was my own
That cool, dark figure, that's when I knew I was alone

On and on and on I drive
When will I know I've finally arrived
So far I've gone, so far to go it never ends
Always startin' over but somehow I always know where to begin
Always startin' over but somehow I always know where to begin
Always startin' over but somehow I always know where to begin