Excuse me as I climb this mountain
I can no longer play in life’s fountain
There’s just too much work for me to do
I have to reach the top and paint the sky blue
It’s my job to make certain the clouds release their rain
It’s my job to fix the earth’s rotation and wipe out all pain
What would the world do without me cleaning up its mess
And how on earth would society continue if I didn’t always say yes
What? I can’t hear what you’re saying from my lofty mountaintop.
Surely you didn’t say the world didn’t need me, so I could stop.
I’ll do just a little bit more of my fixing everything
Before I sit next to you on your porch swing.