Up on That Hill - Shawn Colvin

The blood that run your veins

Of all that you are made

It didn’t start with you

As much as you would like it to

The path they set you on

Your battles lost and won

The fakin' and the show

And all you thought you wanted

All them things you think you want

And in the land where all are mourning

You hear the band you hear them call

You can be happy

You can be happy

You stood up on that hill

You thought you’d had your fill

Didn’t want no pedestal

But mark my words you will

You heard your story told

You felt you were getting old

You thought it time to go

But you couldn’t find no share of gold

That set you back on down the road

So take your hopes and woes

Take your bruised ego

Light a fire here

Where the air is clear

Or take your sorrow, man

To your selfish land

Run your poor mouth there

See if they care