It's the same old cliché
I'm riding high on a let down
And how it's all gone that way
Reach for the ground

So I sit here frozen
It's the life I've chosen
Some words smile, others glower
Reach for the ground

The black of the night
The lack of my sight
But I climb oh so high
To reach for the ground

It's the same old cliché
I'm riding high on a let down
And how it's all gone that way
Reach for the ground

I'll take my time
Toe no man's line
Next year sounds fine
Your place or mine?

It's the same old cliché
I'm riding high on a let down
How it's all gone that way
Reach for the ground