Hexie Mountains

Blue child, repeat it in your head

Young man, fill yourself with dread

Come home, the Hexie Mountains said

To begin another end

It don't feel right to see you, friend

And wouldn't it be nice if I could sleep in my own bed?

The Hexie Mountains said

What happens when the well has dried?

Take me down the dusty side

I can't find the words, so I guess it's time

To move on once again

Down the path less tread

And wouldn't it be nice if I could let the dead stay dead?

The Hexie Mountains said

Take me far enough to say we're gone

I haven't been out in so long

Noah called to write a song

I'm not saying I'm not scared

That the wind'll blow and stick my stare

But wouldn't it be nice if I could hold it off again?

Wouldn't it be swell if I could get things off my chest?

Maybe you'd learn to live with what's inside your head

Hexie Mountains said