| Mount improbable rears up from the plain | 
| Standing tall in the rarefied sky | 
| Once we crawled along its base | 
| It seemed these cliffs could never be climbed | 
| Unattainable heights they tower above | 
| Drive the bravest man to give up | 
| We know it has been scaled before but how | 
| Can you tell me — do you comprehend | 
| Look around the other side | 
| And you will reach a distant land | 
| Who would have thought that you would find | 
| A gradual ascent | 
| Cliffs and echoing canyons | 
| You’d be right to never ever want to try | 
| But if you take it step by step | 
| The long way, it will lead up into, the sky | 
| Are you a man with time to spare | 
| If so don’t be concerned | 
| The back route’s sure to get you there | 
| So tell me what you’ve learned | 
| How do we fit in | 
| It is not just random | 
| Not like a hurricane | 
| That just kept on blowing | 
| Inch by inch we built | 
| This world of wonders | 
| Still we can’t see the top | 
| Don’t know where we’re going | 
| As you go up the hill you look around | 
| And see other wanderers travel | 
| Each on their own going up | 
| Some rest while others struggle | 
| At the top you will find perfection | 
| It’s a place you might never see | 
| Maybe at a different time | 
| Chance brings opportunity, to us | 
| Rise up, go on, until you reach the distant land | 
| Our past seems far below, down the trail | 
| How do we fit in | 
| It is not just random | 
| Not like a hurricane | 
| That just kept on blowing | 
| Inch by inch we built | 
| This world of wonders | 
| Still we can’t see the top | 
| Don’t know where we’re going | 
| Too far along to ever think of turning back | 
| Too far to go to ever stop for rest | 
| What stands before seems far too steep to try | 
| Rise above | 
| And survive | 
| Multiply | 
| And cease to be | 
| How do we fit in | 
| It is not just random | 
| Not like a hurricane | 
| That just kept on blowing | 
| Inch by inch we built | 
| This world of wonders | 
| Still we can’t see the top | 
| Don’t know where we’re going | 
| How do we fit in | 
| Tell me are we sleeping | 
| Can we go another step | 
| And keep on growing |