Twen ty five years of my life and still do I’m (Bm)trying to get up that great big hill all of (D)hope

for a des ti na tion.

I real ize quick ly when I know I should, that the world was made up of this broth er hood sin of (D)man,

for what ev er that means.

And so I cry some times when I’m ly in’ in bed just to (Bm)get it all out, what’s in my head, and I,

I am feel ing

a lit tle pe cu liar.

And so I wake in the morn ing and I step out side, and I (Bm)take a deep breath, and I get real high, and I

scream from the top of my lungs, “What’s go in’ on?”

And I say, “Hey,

(Bm)hey.”

I said, “Hey,

what’s go in’ on?”

And I say, “Hey,

(Bm)hey.”

I said, “Hey,

what’s go in’ on?”

And I say, “Hey,

(Bm)hey.”

I said, “Hey,

what’s go in’ on?”

And I say, “Hey,

(Bm)hey.”

I said, “Hey,

what’s go in’ on?”

Ooh,

ooh,

ooh,

ooh,

uh huh.

Twen ty five years of my life and still

I’m (Bm)trying to get up that great big hill of hope

for a des ti na tion.