I was crossing the snow fields
in front of the capital building
it was christmas and i was alone
strange city
stangers for friends
i was broke
as the carillons sang its song
i dreamt of success
i would be the best
i would make my folks proud
i would be happy
it hasn't happened yet
it hasn't happened yet
it hasn't happened
yes there are nods in my directions
clap of hands
a knowing smile
but still
i was scared again
i'm scared again
foot slipped
devils fall and so did i
almost
i'm high
on yosemite
the big grey wall
fear of falling
where to put my foot next
fear of failure
i whispered in the air
fear of failure
i'm afraid i'm gonna fall
fear of losing my hair
falling
when is the mountain scared
when do i feel i haven't failed
i have to get it together man
it hasn't happened yet
it hasn't happened yet
it hasn't happened
people come and say hello
ok i can get to the front of the line
but you have to ignore the looks
and yet
i'm waiting for that feeling of contentment
that ease at night when you put your head down and the rhythm slow to sleep
my heads sways and eyes start awake
im there not halfway between sleep and death
but looking into
eyes wide open
trying to remember
what i might have done
should've done
at my age i need serenity
i need peace
it hasn't happened yet
it hasn't happened yet
it hasn't happened yet
it hasn't happened
it hasn't happened