Birds fly Up above me and I Cry Wishing I could be like them But I'm Just a rat stuck in a maze I lie Up awake until the sun Light Hits the room and shakes the floor And I Stumble back into the world I wanna be the king of some kinda hill, some kinda hill Oh would it make you love me less or more? Less or more I write With the hope some kind of Insight Will come jumping off the page And life Will come running back to me I might Think a little more of work If I Dug my hands into the dirt But I I care only for your love I wanna be the king of some kinda hill, some kinda hill Oh would it make you love me less or more? Less or more In the house That I grew up in There was more life there than I have found anywhere else I have found anywhere else I am a fountain now I am a stone spitting water out High and dry once I get it out Once I get it out I wanna be the king of some kinda hill, some kinda hill Oh would it make you love me less or more? Less or more