Christmas Fuller Project - Mountain Goat Peak lyrics

Summer '95, and the backseat held all the pillows. Me and Sister sat imagining in Books of Three as we left the state. I don't remember if we went through Kansas or took the panhandle. Fell asleep with hay bails out my window rolled up like Ho Hos. I awoke as we teetered up the peak in our Astro van. That two weeks of Colorado cabin was pencil drawings and Pit. No TV. An untrained strum and a singing spring. Snow won't melt that high. All along that peak lived the moody mountain goats. When we tried their trails they kicked gra** out of the ground. Once we hiked and hiked up past the timberline for the twilight wedge. We raced down the mountain to beat out the dark. My stomach got stuck like a washing machine. Dad gave me his back and he carried me down. I bruised both his sides with my eight-year-old knees. And on the Great Sand Dunes I felt like Lawrence of Arabia. Mosquitoes everywhere. Dad and I ran down while Mom and Meghan watched, hand-billed and freckling. We ate off metal trays at Flying W Ranch. Applesauce to hold it. Spent the Fourth bundled in the van for Air Force fireworks. I'd like to live alone sometimes. Come in for weekends. Be a brother, find a girl who feels the same. Take our little boy to show the sunset on mountain goat peak.