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
