Down in the camp-valley there,
There's a preacher-boy telling he's sincere;
And I really wonder why you think he's right
I know him, I am him, my door is shut tight.

Dreaming `bout the mountains in his tent,
And the mountains are a place he never went,
And someday he'll maybe have the guts to leave,
His dreams are so loud but nothing they receive.

But words they are so easy to sing,
And they'll only bring another new thing,
And I really wonder when he'll leave all things behind,
Someday I'll climb the fences of my mind!

Someday you'll climb the fences of your mind!
Someday I'll climb the fences of your mind!
Someday you'll climb the fences of my mind!

All the time God is at my door,
He's a-knocking and he wants to show me more;
And someday I'll surely lead him in
Hollowness is really only my skin!

Hollowness is really only your skin!
Hollowness is really only my skin!
Hollowness is really only your skin!