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, from the falling down satellites But still wondering Damn, you always treat me like a stranger, mountain Though you've seen the shadow between 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 There's a lot of selling land for hungry feet of answers And medicine for balance and things, like seeing your ghosts Thank god we're bright, said the lantern's brother Because 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