words by Robert Jan Stips

life is no good friend
good friendship never ends
the more you feel you've grown
the more you feel alone
start boasting your friends away
you think that is life 'your way'
though you know
no tree will grow on too high a mountain

you try to save your skin
you know what mess you're in
continuing this show
your spirit's getting low
there's no one real close to you
you know it yet you make no room
though you know
no tree will grow on too high a mountain

you’ve got pity on yourself
standing on this shelf
sadness makes you walk
climbing up a rock
you look for your gallows-tree
but there's one infirmity
as you know
no tree will grow on too high a mountain