| Walk |
|---|
| The highest of valleys |
| And the lowest of peaks |
| We climb to the top and |
| Fall into the deep |
| Yet still we wander |
| In the desert again |
| Will we find it |
| Where the story began? |
| Get up, get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| I live with the blindness |
| Of what I cannot resist |
| But the hand of kindness |
| Never ceased to exist |
| A hundred years of madness |
| Time again I fail to see |
| The beauty in the canyons |
| Unfold in front of me |
| Get up, get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up, get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
| Get up and you’ll walk |
