Back on top
par Van Morrison
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You came to see me when the moon was new
Saw you standin´ in the pouring rain
Left my message on the window pain
Back on the street again
Back on the beat again
I´m back on the top again
Saw me climbing to the top of the hill
You saw me meeting with the fools on the hill
Learned my lesson and I had my fill
Learnt it all in vain
Went through it all again
Now I´m back on the top again
Always strivin´, always climbing way beyond my will
Same old sensation, isolation at the top of the bill
Always seeming, like I´m moving but I´m really going slow
What do you do when you get to the top and there´s nowhere to go
Just how I get there will be anybody´s guess
With all the so called trappings of success
Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
Too busy raisin´ Cain
I´m back on the street again
I´m back on the top again
Always strivin´, always climbing way beyond my will
It´s the same old sensation, isolation at the top of the hill
Always seeming, like I´m moving but I´m really going slow
You´ll find out when you get to the top that there´s nowhere to go
How you get there will be anybody´s guess
With all the so called trappings of success
Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
Too busy raisin´ Cain
I´m back on the street again
I´m back on the top again
Back on my feet again
I´m back on the street again
Saw you standin´ in the pouring rain
Left my message on the window pain
Back on the street again
Back on the beat again
I´m back on the top again
Saw me climbing to the top of the hill
You saw me meeting with the fools on the hill
Learned my lesson and I had my fill
Learnt it all in vain
Went through it all again
Now I´m back on the top again
Always strivin´, always climbing way beyond my will
Same old sensation, isolation at the top of the bill
Always seeming, like I´m moving but I´m really going slow
What do you do when you get to the top and there´s nowhere to go
Just how I get there will be anybody´s guess
With all the so called trappings of success
Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
Too busy raisin´ Cain
I´m back on the street again
I´m back on the top again
Always strivin´, always climbing way beyond my will
It´s the same old sensation, isolation at the top of the hill
Always seeming, like I´m moving but I´m really going slow
You´ll find out when you get to the top that there´s nowhere to go
How you get there will be anybody´s guess
With all the so called trappings of success
Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill
Too busy raisin´ Cain
I´m back on the street again
I´m back on the top again
Back on my feet again
I´m back on the street again