to get my loather's fill.
Every mountain that I thought I climbed
was a dusty prairie hill.
Hiked down that valley
cause direction's what I need
but the hunger I was running from
was free from glutton's greed.
Hiked down that valley
but I hiked back up again.
I may go down another time
but this time I take my friends.
--
State fair grounds with cowboy clowns
and New Orleans date nights.
Lowest lows and highest highs
to share our loves and frights.
Is it a wayward mountain or dusty desert hill?
Will this journey last forever or until we get our fill?
--
Hiked up that mountain
to try to reach its peak.
I found so much along the way
but not what I would think.
Hiked up that mountain
to find a lovesick cure
and when I reached the final summit,
the view was all obscured.
Hiked up that mountain
but came back down again.
Though at the base I smiled to see
I was surrounded by my friends.
--
Crowded bars and camper cars
and sleepy Texas nights.
Lowest lows and highest highs
To share our loves and frights.
Is it a wayward mountain or dusty desert hill?
Will this journey last forever or until we get our fill?
--
It's a journey through the things we do
to find out what we thought we knew.
So why must we all tread the path alone?
We learn and grow and we strive to know
the final plot of every show
and we're all just out here hiking like we hadn't got a clue.
--
Just kept on hiking
but learned to love the trails.
There's beauty in the sun that shines
still beauty in the hail.
Just kept on hiking
with hikers by my side.
When we laid it out, we all saw
there was ne'er a thing to hide.
Just kept on hiking
to see the sights to see.
And I dodged those wretched valleys,
turns out my mountain's here with me.
--
Summit views to harvest moons
till our very last day light.
Our lowest lows and highest highs,
to share our loves and frights.
Is it a wayward mountain or dusty desert hill?
Will this journey last forever or until we get our fill?
