The heat of the stone against your face The incredible presence of mass The clink of the metal the hiss of the rope The sky like a piece of blue glass He clings to the rock with the feeling reversed As if he holds the whole earth in his hands He loosens a pebble and hangs there quite silent Listening to his heart 'til it lands Listening to his heart moved by his art Up the wall, up the wall His life in his hands who knows where it lands Up the wall, up the wall They say climb if you want to climb because it's there Climb 'cause you're a man I say live on the wings of what's possible here Climb it because you can Spirit of mountain (Spirit of man) spirit of man The Sioux said they both had their place Here on the ledge (Here on the edge) looking over the edge I can feel it on my face Listening to his heart moved by his art Up the wall, up the wall His life in his hands who knows where it lands Up the wall, up the wall So I listen now to this spirit of mine Floating in clean air and then I face to the west and I speak to the sun And I say thank you quite softly again Listening to his heart moved by his art Up the wall, up the wall His life in his hands who knows where it lands Up the wall, up the wall Up the wall Up the wall