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 Hexiе Mountains said
Take me far enough to say we're gone
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
And 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
