Still Climbing

Four in the morning on the Waterloo line

Boot heels dragging on the yellow line

I can taste the copper in the back of my mouth

Every honest compass pointing south Still I tighten the strap on this

worn leather case Refusing to wipe the grit from my face

The skyline looks like teeth against the grey

Counting miles that never seem to fall away

I ain't

stepping aside

Call it madness, call it pride

I am keeping the stride

Every door that slams in the pouring rain

Just puts iron inside the bone again

(no turning back)

Pockets full of receipts for the trains missed

A stubborn knuckle and a bleeding fist They tell me the horizon

isn't going to break That I've taken far more than a man

ought to take Well let the rain soak through the seams I'm

not surrendering to someone else's dreams

Distance is only a number on stone Heavy as lead

when you carry it alone

(hold on) I will carry it alone

Call it madness, call it pride

I am keeping the stride

Every door that slams in the pouring rain

Just puts iron inside the bone again

(iron in the bone)

Still walking

Still here