I was crossing the snow fields in front of the capital building it was christmas and i was alone strange city stangers for friends i was broke as the carillons sang its song i dreamt of success i would be the best i would make my folks proud i would be happy it hasn't happened yet it hasn't happened yet it hasn't happened yes there are nods in my directions clap of hands a knowing smile but still i was scared again i'm scared again foot slipped devils fall and so did i almost i'm high on yosemite the big grey wall fear of falling where to put my foot next fear of failure i whispered in the air fear of failure i'm afraid i'm gonna fall fear of losing my hair falling when is the mountain scared when do i feel i haven't failed i have to get it together man it hasn't happened yet it hasn't happened yet it hasn't happened people come and say hello ok i can get to the front of the line but you have to ignore the looks and yet i'm waiting for that feeling of contentment that ease at night when you put your head down and the rhythm slow to sleep my heads sways and eyes start awake im there not halfway between sleep and death but looking into eyes wide open trying to remember what i might have done should've done at my age i need serenity i need peace it hasn't happened yet it hasn't happened yet it hasn't happened yet it hasn't happened it hasn't happened