I can place a finger on the top of that pine, But that don't mean that I ain't got a long way to climb, Optical illusions get the best of me And I used to be the best at climbing trees, Now I'm not the best at anything. Used to get a feeling and the song would come, I used to feel the blisters on my thumb, Now it seems I'm losing who I used to be And nothing is as easy as it used to seem, But keeping honest is keeping it mystery.