Yodeling from a Mountaintop

Yodeling from a Mountaintop

If I could climb to the top of Mount Everest,
And fill my lungs with that thin mountain air
But only just enough to yell it out,
That I was through with you…
Then I would risk life and limb to make it that far.
And if I could cross the Sahara Desert,
Crawling through the sand in the sticky humid heat
And make it to the last remaining water well
Just to spit in your face…
Then I would do what it takes to get me there.
If I could fill the entire Grand Canyon with my tears,
Just so that I could throw you deep into its reaches
And watch you slowly drown…
Then I would cry forever, until my eyes dried out completely.
If I could swim from here to the Artic Ocean,
And claw my way through a glacier with my bare hands
Just to get the satisfaction of watching you fall through…
Then I would rather freeze to death on the way than never try.
And if you don’t understand where I’m coming from,
And if my words seem disconnected to you,
Don’t worry about my heart it’ll be fine.
It’s you that needs to worry about my fantasies.