Trick of the light   Or just a loss of perspective   Flaw in the grand plan   Just the way it is      Looks good from a distance   But closer I come   It becomes more daunting   But these moments will pass      Still halfway up the hill   My fingers may bleed   But I've got to get there, still      Lost in an abstract thought   Dazed and distracted   Winded but still I'm caught      With a fragment of doubt   Slowed by reflection   But these moments will pass      Still halfway up the hill   My fingers may bleed   But I've got to get there, still      It's just confusion and illusion   Easily overdone   Here comes revolution, absolution      It's not an illusion, not a fiction   Easily overcome   Here comes revolution, absolution      Trick of the light   Or just too much perspective   Looks good from a distance      But the closer I come   It becomes more daunting   But these moments will pass      Still halfway up the hill   My fingers may bleed   But I've got to get there      Still standing on the hill   My spirit's released   But I've got to get there, still      But I've got to get there   Still standing on the hill   My spirit's released