To hit the mark, to bring the rain, to take a climb, the path to fame.
I sat dreaming alone, then it came out of nowhere, An all too familiar voice with a false face: the voice of the jealous.
It’s less than encouraging.
The walls have been closing in.
Though in droves the masses came, years from now they'll say: From the way out from the way out, fools rushing over the hills, there to watch him fall.
And there amidst a sleeplessnight it came to me: Endurance, endurance, it came to me.
Now nothing can stop me or keep me in line.
Get out of the way as I take to the sky.
It’s hard to discern all the motives I see.
One thing's for sure, when the crowds have dispersed and forgotten me, And forgotten their dreams, I'll still be all that I am I am more than just a clown for you.
Hear me, and know it to be true.