Foot of the Mountain

by Paul Weller

Like a dream on the ocean
Always drifting away
And I can't catch up
She just slips away
On the tide

Sometimes a great notion
Can lead us astray
So weak to devotion
So strong to desire

Won't you let me ride?
Take me up on your sailboat ride
Come on now, angels are on your side
But she slips away
Never stays

Like mercury gliding
A silver teardrop that pours
And I can't hold on
Through my fingers
She's gone

At the foot of the mountain
Such a long way to climb
How will I ever get up there?
Though I know I must try