Volcano

Fog fills in these peaks and valleys

Like smoke down a sleeping crocodiles back

I want to stand up but I'm much too dizzy

I try to look down from the cracks in my hands

I climbed a little too high this time

Neck and neck with a new skyline

And I lost all sense of wrong and right

But I think things go a little different up here

Cause the people below are now so small

More like the gnats singing in my ear