I have to reclimb that mountain and I feel to frail to climb

compulsions took my innocence
booze, my state of mind
something else took my confidence
and now I'm left behind

they're gathering on the mountain
where my old ancestors lay
I told them all that I was fine
but I can't make it today

now I'm too frail to walk my dog
as the squirrels call out her name
I have to stay in the swamp I slog
just to claim: Myself to blame