We have clear blue waking skies and the morning after,
And memories of gold on the run, flying around,
Was there a drunken cloud over someone just empty,
A vision of a mountain you said, so where did it go?

It was light and I held it like a child to be saved
From the fires and from the falling down satellites
But still wondering

"Damn you always treat me like a stranger, mountain
Though you've seen the shadow 'tween the city and what is mine,
And fallen kids all rising mad among their lost believers
Suddenly darker in their eyes and their broken smiles,
It's only what these kids will haul around."

Well there's a lot of selling land for hungry feet of answers,
And medicine for balance and things, like seeing your ghosts
So thank God we're bright, said the lantern's brother,
Cause I don't know a thing about boats or the land I see

It was day and I stood there once again climbing equipped
When I knew you were the one throwing dying stars on our gathering
But he said

"Damn you always treat me like a mountain, stranger
Though I have never seen your shadows or fading lights,
I'm just a rock that you'll be picking up through all your ages,
Always believing there's a canyon for every blind,
It's only what these kids will haul around."