The mountains surrounding Mark the boundaries you're not meant to leave I'll stay \"far away\" But to keep my place I want to write our names on a culm bank's face.
Our hands only shake when we cross state lines. I've made hundreds of mistakes And peace with dying in my sleep But that's what's right for me While the kids back home will leap To the riverbeds below Market Street.
The mountains surrounding Haunt the boundaries only mentally Never set free You know where I'll be There's a time a place When and where they'll bury me.
Our hands only shake when we cross state lines. I've made hundreds of mistakes And peace with dying in my sleep But that's what's right for me While the kids back home will leap To the riverbeds below Market Street.